-- carcinoGeneticist [CG] began trolling terminallyCapricious [TC] --
CG: GAMZEE?
CG: GET YOUR GLUTES ONLINE IF YOU CAN, I
CG: I KIND OF
CG: I NEED TO
TC: HoNk hOnK, bRoThEr qUiCkFiNgErS
CG: PAGING DOCTOR MAKARA FOR A MOIRAIL EMERGENCY, GET YOUR FUCKING ASS ONLINE ALREADY
CG: OH. YOU WERE HERE. HI.
TC: WhOaAa, WhAt's aLl uP AnD TrOuBlInG YoUr tHiNkPaN, bRo, ThAt yOu aIn't eVeN DoTtInG AlL ThOsE LiL StOpSpEcKs wHeRe tHeY'Re aLl uP AnD SuPpOsEd tO FeNcE ThInGs iN? yOuR WoRdS ArE FiT To eScApE AnD ShIt, LoOk, EvEn gOt mIsSiNg oNeS AlReAdY, sNeAkNaStY MoThErFuCkErS RaN FoR It dIdN'T ThEy. Do:
CG: YES PLEASE, LET US RAG ON MY HAPHAZARD PUNCTUATION, THIS IS ABSOLUTELY WHAT IS IMPORTANT AT THE MOMENT.
CG: THERE, ANOTHER PERIOD FOR YOU.
CG: EXCLAMATION POINTS OH MY SPINNING ASSGOG ! ! !
TC: HaHa tHoSe fUcKeRs aRe rIgHtEoUsLy uPrIgHt, AiN'T ThEy.
TC: UpRiGhTeOuS?
CG: IF YOU ASK ME FOR AN INTERROBANG NEXT I WILL HURT YOU. JUST SAYING.
TC: SoUnDs dOwNrIgHt kInKyLiCiOuS ;oD ThOsE ShOuTpOlEs aNd iNqUiRyHoOkS GeTtInG BaReFaCeD CuDdLy oNsCrEeN AnD ShIt, WoWzA, yOu gO ChIcA
TC: HaVe yOu gOt yOuR KnOwLeDgE On aBoUt wHiCh iS A BoY Or gIrL In tHoSe pUnCtUaTiNg wOnDeRlAnDs aNd wHaTnOt?
CG: I GUESS GETTING MY THINKSPONGE TO OOZE OUT IN A DRIBBLING MESS OF HIGHLY CORROSIVE IDIOCY AND BURNT OUT NEURON SOUP IS ONE WAY TO GET OUT OF THAT SITUATION.
CG: YOU ARE THE BEST MOIRAIL, IT IS YOU, EVERYONE ELSE GO HOME, GAMZEE MAKARA HAS FIXED ALL MY PROBLEMS. *FOREVER.*
TC: HaHa sHoOsH, yOu kNoW YoU GoT YoUr sMiLiNg oN AlL SnUg aNd tIgHt cHiLlInG UnDeRnEaTh tHaT LiL SnOuT <>
CG: LIES AND SLANDER AND SOME MORE LIES. MY FACE IS AS CARVED INTO THE HARDEST WOOD OF A WAR MASK, INSPIRING AWE AND TERROR IN ALL.
TC: So wHaT'S GoT YoUr fReTtInG BuZzInG On nOw, BrO? i tHoUgHt yOu wErE AlL SkIpPy bOuNcEgLeE On aCcOuNt oF FiNaLlY GeTtInG ThOsE MiSsInG MoThErFuCkErS WhErE YoU CaN GeT YoUr cLuCkBeAsT WiNgS AlL SnUg oVeR ThEm
CG: YES WELL, I SHOULD HAVE FIGURED OUT THAT MORE PEOPLE WOULD MEAN MORE PROBLEMS.
CG: NEW AND INVENTIVE PROBLEMS.
CG: I HAVEN'T HEARD ANYTHING YET ABOUT THE OLD HUMAN GRANDLUSUS SPRITE, AND ROSE HAS THE MEOWBEAST SPRITE WRAPPED AROUND HER ANKLES IN A GORDIAN KNOT OF PINK SPRITETAIL AND ELECTRONICAL FUR, AND WHO THE FUCK EVEN CARES WHAT THE FEATHERY ASSHOLE SPRITE IS EVEN DOING AND WHETHER IT'S FALLEN OFF THE METEOR YET.
TC: It aIn't tHoSe rAd cOnSoRt mOtHeRfUcKeRs, Is iT? cAuSe i kInDa lIkE ThEm, ThEy'rE FuNnY As aLl sHiT :o(
CG: ... NO IT IS NOT THE CONSORTS, WHO THE FUCK EVEN CARES ABOUT CONSORTS.
TC: So uRr. WhO'S LeFt aGaIn?
CG: OH PLEASE, YOU ARE NOT *THAT* STUPID. NOT EVEN YOUR IMMENSE STUPIDITY GOES THIS DEEP. IF YOU WERE A PLANET WITH SUCH DEEP SEAS OF STUPID YOU WOULDN'T HAVE ANY CORE LEFT, ERGO THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE AND YOU'RE JERKING MY CHAIN.
TC: ;oD
CG: D:<B
TC: HaHaHaHaHaHaHa <> <> <> OkAy bRo, I'MmA PuT My sErIoUs pAlEbRo dOcToR HaT On.
TC: do I gotta kill either of them?
CG: HOLY CHUTE-CHAFING ASSFUCK *NO*.
CG: WHY IS THAT YOUR FIRST SOLUTION ?!
TC: HaHa iNtErRoBaNg gEtTiNg tHeIr fRiSkY On.
TC: WeLl iF No kIlLiNg iS NeEdEd tHeN I DoN'T NeEd tO GeT My hArSh wRaTh oUt
TC: LeT It cHiLl aLl nIcE AnD SlEePfUzZy iN My tHiNkPaN BaCkStAgE, yEaH? sPaRe yOu gEtTiNg aLl oVeR BrUiSeS On tHaT EpIc pApPiNg hAnD.
CG: ... YEAH OKAY. THAT SOUNDED ALMOST SMART. I AM MODERATELY IMPRESSED BY THIS SUSPICIOUS DISPLAY OF GOOD SENSE.
TC: OkAy bRo, NoW TeLl mE AlL AbOuT WhAt hElLaCiOuS BoThErAtIoNs tHoSe tOoThY FuCkErS HaVe uNlEaShEd oN YoU.
CG: I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE TO START.
CG: I JUST THINK ABOUT IT AND MY SPONGE MATTER GURGLES AND DIES.
TC: So dOn't sTaRt aT ThE StArT. sTaRt aT ThE MiDdLe!
CG: THIS MAKES TOTAL SENSE AND IS NOT AT ALL LIKE STARTING A MOVIE IN THE MIDDLE, BUT ALRIGHT. |:B
CG: HARLEY AND EGBERT WANT TO SHARE ME FLUSHED.
CG: (ALSO JADE MOLESTED MY ASS EARLIER TODAY.)
CG: HUH. THIS METHOD DOES SEEM TO HAVE ITS ADVANTAGES, WHADDYA KNOW! I AM PLEASANTLY SURPRISED. SUCH LITTLE FUSS, SUCH CONCISE RESULTS.
CG: GAMZEE? THIS IS WHERE YOU SAY SOMETHING BACK.
CG: GAMZEE!
TC: right then
TC: IMMA KILL THEM.
CG: WHAT?! NO YOU WON'T!
TC: ain't no motHerFUCKING BASTARD out hEre as TAKES MY palebro for their PLAYPAIL FUCKTOY.
TC: NOT ONE SINGLE MOTHERFUCKER.
TC: honk.
CG: NO NO NO!!! THEY DON'T WANT JUST SEX
CG: SHIT, I'D HAVE NO DILEMMA TO SHARE WITH YOU IF THAT WERE IT. AT WORST DEPENDING ON THE WAY THEY PROPOSITIONED ME I'D JUST HAVE TWO ACHING HANDS FROM MASTERFUL DUAL SLAPS.
CG: THEY WANT TO *DATE* ME. TOGETHER.
TC: :oO
CG: I HAVE NO IDEA HOW THIS EVEN WORKS OUT IN THEIR DERANGED ALIEN SPONGEBOWLS. APPARENTLY DURING THOSE THREE YEARS ALONE WITH ONLY SPRITES AND ASSHOLES FOR COMPANY THEY STARTED TAKING THAT PARADOX CLUTCH-CLONE THING A BIT TOO LITERALLY.
CG: THEY'RE THE MOST CODEPENDENT TOO-ALIKE MOIRAILS I'VE EVER HEARD OF.
CG: THOUGH COME TO THINK OF IT THE TITLE CHARACTERS OF "IN WHICH A PAIR OF MOIRAILS, THROUGH GREAT TRAGEDIES, DECIDE TO FORSAKE ALL OTHER QUADRANTS, AND PICK UP THEIR COMMON ANCESTOR'S CYCLE OF REVENGE AND EXTERMINATION; CULL LIST INCLUDES RAINBOW DRINKERS, REVENANTS, SUN ZOMBIES, *MOON* ZOMBIES, GAUNTS, NETHERWORLD BARKBEASTS, AND INCONVENIENT ONE-NIGHT-STAND FLUSHMATES. ALSO CONTAINS SEVERAL TERRIFYING INSTANCES OF ANGEL POSSESSION" HAD THAT CREEPY TOO-ALIKE VIBE AS WELL...
TC: So tHoSe bRoSiS AlL Up aNd wEnT, mAn, We bOtH PiTy tHaT AdOrAbLe wReCk kArKaT AnD AlSo hIs gLuTeS ArE AlL NiCe aNd pApPaBlE As tHeY CaLl tO My gRaSpInG FrOnDs sOmEtHiNg fIeRcE
CG: OH DEAR SWEET CONDESCE. GAMZEE IF YOU EVER MENTION MY GLUTES AGAIN I AM GOING TO MAKE YOU REGRET IT MOST EGREGIOUSLY.
TC: JuSt cAuSe mY FrOnDs aRe aLl nAh aBoUt gEtTiNg tHeIr tRaVeLiNg oN AlL Up aNd dOwN YoUr sWeEt tOpOgRaPhY AiN'T MeAnInG My gAnDeRbUlBs uP AnD WeNt oN VaCaTiOn, BrO :oX
CG: ... DXB
TC: BuT BeInG PaLe aS SnOw tHoSe mOtHeRfUcKeRs wEnT AlL MoThErFuCk iT AcHeS SoMeThInG FiErCe aSkInG ThAt oThEr mOtHeRfUcKeR To gIvE Up oN SwEeT KaRkAt lOvInG
TC: AnD ThEn iNsTeAd oF GoInG LeT'S HaVe mAd pAlE CuDdLeS AnD GeT ThE FuCk oVeR It tHeY HaD ThEmSeLvEs sOmE PeRvNaStY BrEaD-MeAt-bReAd sNaCkTiMeS NoTiOnS?
TC: Am i gEtTiNg mY UnDeRsTaNdInG On aLl pRoPeR-LiKe, AnD ShIt?
CG: IT'S WHAT I GATHERED.
CG: HANG ON, LET ME COPYPASTE.
CG: CEB: i like you in the way that means i want to kiss you on the mouth.
CCG: oh.
CEB: gently! without teeth! well maybe a little teeth if you're into that but, okay i don't know if pity and like are anything close but this is *definitely* not hate.
CG: AND THE NEXT CHUNK I AM GOING TO HAVE TO COPYPASTE WITH MY EYES CLOSED. HOLY SHIT.
CG: CEB: she likes you in a wants to kiss your stupid little horns and feel up your butt during wholesome brohugs way. she likes you like she wants to know if you'd blush if she kissed your nose in public. she likes you like she wants to find out if you have a bellybutton. she likes you like she wants to watch your stupid movies and cuddle up on the couch and even pretend to like them because then maybe you'd smile.
TC: honk.
CG: IS THAT A THOUGHTFUL HONK OR A BAD HONK OR A HONK JUST FOR THE HELL OF IT?
TC: HONK.
CG: OKAY THIS ONE WAS DEFINITELY A BAD HONK. GAMZEE? LATER ON SHE SAYS SHE WANTS TO TAKE ME ON A DATE, THAT ISN'T TOO...
CG: I MEAN I WAS SURPRISED AT HOW FORWARD SHE WAS ABOUT THE PHYSICAL STUFF, BUT THAT WASN'T ALL IT WAS EITHER.
TC: GoTtA GeT My aDmItTiNg oN ThAt i aIn't tOo sUrE WhAt tO SaY HeRe, BrO. :o(
TC: It wErE Me wItH TwO Of tAvBrOs i wOuLd bLeSs tHe mEsSiAhS AnD DiVe iN ThIs eXeMpLaR BaLlPiT Of rAdDeSt hOrNs aNd sExIeSt pItIfUlNeSs aNd mAmMoTh bUlGeS LiKe i aIn't eVeN NeEdInG To cHeCk fOr dEpTh, BuT YoU AiN'T Me, NoT EvEn a lItTlE BiT.
CG: HEH, NO KIDDING.
CG: THANK YOU FOR THAT SUPERB MENTAL IMAGE, BY THE WAY, I ALWAYS WANTED TO KNOW WHAT SHOVING A RED-HOT POKER IN MY OGLESOCKETS FELT LIKE AND ~ALAS~ I DIDN'T KNOW WHERE TO FIND A POKER. BUT NOW I *DON'T NEED TO!* ***MIRACLES.***
TC: HaHaHaHa aNyThInG FoR My bEsT BrO. <> :oD
CG: ASSHOLE. <>
TC: So wHaT'S YoUr bLoOdPuShEr tElLiNg aT YoU?
CG: A LOT OF OH MY GOG OH MY GOG WHAT WHAT.
TC: AnD AfTeR ThAt? YoU GoTtA DiVe a lIl dEePeR If yOu wAnT To gEt aT ThE SwEeT LoOt oF MyStErIoUs sPaRkLeThOuGhTs wIsDoM, bRo.
TC: YoU AlL HaNdFlAiLy aNd rEd-fAcEd rIgHt nOw, BrOtHeR?
CG: YOU KNOW I AM, NOOKMUNCH, DON'T RUB IT IN.
TC: HaHa bUt iT'S SoOoO CuTe.
TC: OkAy bRo wE GoTtA TaKe lItTlEr sTePs hErE. lIkE HaLf sTePs.
TC: ImAgInE JuSt tHe sPaCe sIs, WaLkInG Up tO YoU AnD GeTtInG HeR MoThErFuCkInG FrOnDs wHeRe they AIN'T been INVITED.
CG: SHOOSH, GAMZEE.
CG: I'M STARTING TO THINK YOU MIND THE FONDLING MORE THAN I DO.
TC: BuT WaS It nIcE FoNdLiNg, BrOtHeR?
CG: GAMZEE!
TC: :o) ?
CG: ... IT WAS A HUGE SURPRISE AND REALLY EMBARRASSING BUT I GUESS I
CG: IT WAS. A LITTLE FLATTERING? REALLY FORWARD AND I'M GOING TO PUT MY FOOT DOWN AND MAKE HER UNDERSTAND IT'S NOT HAPPENING AGAIN WITH NO PERMISSION, BECAUSE SERIOUSLY WHAT THE FUCK? BOUNDARIES ARE A THING THAT EXISTS!
CG: BUT AT THE SAME TIME. YEAH. I UH MY BLOODPUSHER MIGHT HAVE KICKED A BIT THERE.
CG: I'VE BEEN... PRETTY LONELY.
TC: AwW. :o(
CG: I MEAN YOU'RE GREAT WHEN YOU'RE AROUND AND I UNDERSTAND WHY YOU CAN'T BE ALL THE TIME AND THAT'S FINE, AND IT'S NOT EVEN ABOUT OUR MOIRALLEGIANCE! ARGH, SORRY, STUPID TANGENT.
CG: I MEAN, EITHER WAY IT'S NOT LIKE I CAN KISS YOU.
TC: WeLl yOu cAn, I AiN'T Up aNd mInDiNg wHaT A BrOtHeR DoEs iF HiS BlOoDpUsHeR Is sInGiNg iTs sWeEt mArChInG SoNg aT HiM.
TC: MiNd, ThE SlOpPy dUeLiNg mOuTh-mUsClE ThInG GeTs mE As a bIt gRoSs fRoM YoU. :o(
TC: BuT I'M AlL Up fOr pRoViDiNg aNyThInG My bEsT PaLeBrO NeEdS! :oD~
CG: STOP YANKING MY INTERLINKED LINE OF METALLIC CIRCLES BEFORE I KICK YOU IN THE REAR FLESH CUSHIONS.
CG: ANYWAY HARLEY.
CG: AND EGBERT. I KNOW YOU TOLD ME TO THINK ABOUT IT SEPARATELY BUT IT'S JUST, FUCK, WHAT THE HELL JUST BROADSIDED ME THERE, AN IMPERIAL CRUISER?
TC: HaHaHaHa jUsT AdMiT It bRo, YoU FuCkInG SwOoNeD ;oD
CG: SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH.
CG: ALSO YES.
CG: BUT THAT'S JUST THE THING! IT'S SOMETHING OUT OF A GODDAMN MOVIE.
CG: A KINKY ONE.
CG: IT'S NO SECRET THAT I HARBORED A MILDLY MORTIFYING CRUSH ON HARLEY THERE AT SOME POINT. I DIDN'T EVEN FUCKING KNOW IF IT WAS ASH OR FLUSH, BUT IT SURE WAS THERE, SO MAYBE I SHOULDN'T BE SURPRISED THAT MY SUPPOSEDLY CALIGINOUS INTEREST IN EGBERT TURNS OUT TO MEAN I'M APPARENTLY MAKING EMBARRASSING SQUEAKBEAST NOISES IN REAL LIFE WHEN HE MENTIONS WANTING TO FUCKING KISS ME ON THE MOUTH.
CG: *WITHOUT* TEETH! WHAT THE FUCK, WHY IS THAT MAKING ME FEEL *WARM*, I WAS SUPPOSED TO *WANT* THE TEETH!
CG: AND NOW THAT I'VE LONG SINCE DROPPED IT, IT'S REQUITED, *TWICE*?
CG: AND I DON'T EVEN HAVE TO CHOOSE? I CAN HAVE MY MOIST SUGAR-FLOWER DECORATED CONFECTIONARY AND EAT IT TOO?
CG: WHAT THE FUCK IS EVEN GOING ON, I CAN'T BUY THIS.
CG: IT IS ABSURD AND PREPOSTEROUS AND IF ONE OF THEM WAS FLUSHED FOR ME THEY'D ALREADY HAVE TO BE DERANGED AND I'D HAVE TO BE BLOWING MY LEFTOVER LUCK FOR THE NEXT THIRTY SWEEPS, AND EVEN THEN THEY'D PROBABLY WAKE UP THE NEXT WEEK AND GO "MY BAD, I THOUGHT I PITIED YOU WHEN I HADN'T SEEN YOU IN A SWEEP AND A HALF BUT TURNS OUT, AS ANYONE COULD HAVE TOLD ME, YOU'RE TOO IRRITATING FOR IT -- ALAS, TOO PUNY AND RIDICULOUS FOR BLACKROM EITHER! SAYONARA, FUCKER!"
CG: THE BOTH OF THEM? WANTING ME *THAT* MUCH?? I START WONDERING WHEN THE CONDESCE WILL DROP BY TO SAY WHOOPS, MY BAD, UP WAS DOWN ALL ALONG AND CONGRATS, *YOU* ARE THE NEW EMPRESS!!! HERE IS YOUR COMPLIMENTARY TIARA!!!!!
TC: MOTHERFUCKING SHOOSH, BRO.
TC: you know I ain't down with you ragging on yourself so damn much
TC: you're a FINE TROLL and anyone gets all up in your quadrants best be DAMN GRATEFUL if they don't want to up and GET sorry.
TC: CAUSe I coulD MAKE THEM.
CG: AW FUCK, I'M GETTING YOU ALL AGITATED, SORRY.
CG: PRETEND MY HAND IS IN YOUR FACE.
CG: SHHH, YOU BIG DISASTER. I'M JUST FRETTING MYSELF INTO PIECES OVER NOTHING, LIKE ALWAYS. I'M OKAY.
TC: AiN'T No nOtHiNg. I AiN'T FUCKING DOWN wItH GeTtInG My cHiLl oN WiTh gEtTiNg mYsElF NeW QuAdRaNt cOrNeRs, OnLy fOr tHe mOtHeRfUcKiNg ASSHOLES tO SaY ThEy gOt iT WrOnG, tHeIr wAnTiNg yOu.
TC: ThEy aIn't sErIoUs aBoUt yOu, I'MmA GoNnA GeT My sErIoUs oN AbOuT ThEm, I SuRe fUcKiNg aM.
CG: GAMZEE...
TC: BuT AlSo yOu gOtTa sToP RaGgInG On yOuRsElF, mOiRaIl's oRdErS. tHe wOrLd wErE A FaIr pLaCe yOu'd hAvE ThEm bOtH FlUsH AnD ThE BlInDsIsTeR AnD ThAt sTrIdEr bItCh aLl tO Be cOmPeTiNg oVeR YoUr sPaDe aNd tHe rAiNbOwSiS AnD RoSeSiS AnD FeAtHeR StRiDeR FlIpPiNg bLaCk jUsT So aS YoU CaN AsH Up aNd sOrT ThEm tHe fUcK OuT.
TC: YoUr dIaMoNd's aLl mInE, tHoUgH, tHaT OnE I AiN'T ShArInG.
CG: SO...
CG: YOU REMEMBER HOW I WAS BLUSHING BECAUSE JADE AND JOHN ARE FUCKING SHAMELESS AND ALSO IMPROBABLY ENTRANCING?
CG: YOU JUST BEAT THAT BLUSH'S RECORD.
CG: IT IS PULVERIZED, AN EX-RECORD, NOTHING BUT STARDUST AND FADING LIGHTS FROM AN ALREADY DEAD STAR.
TC: WhOoPs. I WaSn't mEaNiNg tO BrEaK YoUr rEcOrDs oF NoThInG, bRo. ClUmSy mOtHeRfUcKeR, mE.
CG: I PITY YOU TOO.
CG: NOW STOP BEING SO GODDAMN DEPRAVED ALREADY. <>
TC: AwW, bUt i aIn't dEpRaVeD :o(
CG: I'VE SEEN YOUR BLOCK.
TC: :o(
TC: NoT ThE SaMe kInD Of dEpRaVaTiOn yOu bE AlL AnD OgLiNg aT CuRiOuS-LiKe, BrOtHeR.
TC: HoNk. ;o)
CG: FFF. THANK YOU FOR THE REMINDER.
TC: YoU'Re rIgHt wElCoMe, BrO! tHoUgH I GeT AlL InTo fEeLiNg tHaT MaYbE It aIn't bEeN AlL ThAt fAr fRoM YoUr tHoUgHtS, wAs iT?
CG: ... SHUT UP.
TC: HaHaHa <>
TC: AnYwAy tHoSe mOtHeRfUcKeRs aIn't bEeN EsPeCiAlLy mAlIcIoUs sO FaR So iF ThEy fUcK YoU OvEr i gEt mY FeElInG On tHaT It'lL MoRe pRoBaBlY Be cAuSe tHeY DiDn't gEt tHeIr tHiNkInG On aLl pRoPeR AbOuT CoNsEqUeNcEs aNd sHiT.
CG: YEAH, FLUTTERY DERP ASSHOLES AND THEIR GOD TIER FLIGHT POWERS THAT SEEM TO REQUIRE DUMPING SUPERFLUOUS ABOVE-SHOULDERS WEIGHT.
TC: My mOiRaIlY AdViSaTiOnS ArE ThUs:
TC: YoU GoTtA Go uP To tHeM AnD GeT AlL YoUr qUeStIoNs iN A RoW NiCe aNd pRoPeR AnD MaKe tHeM CoUgH It aLl oUt lIkE YoU'Re tHe bLiNdSiStEr aNd tHeY'Re nAuGhTy sCaLeMaTeS WhAt gOt tHeIr iLlEgAl oN.
TC: AnD If tHeY SaY ThInGs aLl dOwN AnD WrOnG YoU GiVe tHeM A RiGhTeOuS KiCk gOoDbYe iN ThE FuNdAmEnT.
TC: AnD If tHeY DoN'T SaY ThInGs aLl dOwN AnD WrOnG ThEn yOu pAiL ThEm a lOt.
CG: GAMZEE!
CG: AND ANYWAY WHO SAID I EVEN WANTED TO TRY IT IN REAL LIFE? WE HAVEN'T FINISHED TALKING ABOUT THAT ONE, PREPOSTEROUS AS IT IS.
TC: I DiD, i sAiD, cAuSe i wAs lIsTeNiNg tO YoUr wHiSpErLy mUrMuRiNgS ThErE In yOuR ChEsThOlLoW, aNd iT SiNgS ItS SwEeT WhIsPeRsOnG Of wAnT. i cAn fEeL It aLl oVeR YoU, bRo.
CG: ...
CG: CHUCKLEVOODOOS ARE CHEATING, JUST SAYING.
TC: AwW, bUt i nEeD 'eM JuSt tO KeEp uP WiTh yOu.
CG: BUT WHAT IF THEY REALLY DIDN'T THINK IT THROUGH AND IT CRASHES AND BURNS?
TC: It wOn't.
CG: ARE YOU KIDDING ME, THIS IS THE DERP TWINS WE'RE TALKING ABOUT!
TC: It wOn't. JuSt gEt yOuR TrUsTiNg hAt oN. :o) <>
CG: WHY AM I GETTING WORRIED?
TC: CAUSE YOU AIN'T GOT YOUR MOTHERFUCKING HAT ON.
TC: but don't you worry one bit. i'mma find it for you.
TC: HONK.
TC: Honk.
-- terminallyCapricious [TC] stopped trolling carcinoGeneticist [CG] --
CG: GAMZEE?
CG: URGH.
CG: OKAY, FINE. THANKS FOR THE HELP WITH THE QUESTIONS, BY THE WAY, THAT IS NOT AT ALL A THING I COULD HAVE USED A SOUNDING BOARD FOR.
CG: I'M GOING TO GO AND
CG: MAKE A LIST.
CG: DON'T BREAK THEM TOO BADLY, OKAY? I MIGHT NEED THEM FUNCTIONAL AT SOME POINT.
CG: JEGUS THAT SOUNDED LESS SUGGESTIVE IN MY HEAD.
CG: <>