the second coming

[refraktory]

Sheee-it, new digs, huh? 'Bout time you decided to freshen shit up. Back of your head's blocked up somethin' fierce. Look, I'm surprised I'm even out here.

I'm not gonna make demands, yeah? Not gonna expect anything either. You think you're gonna get goin' on something, fine, but fuckin' show me. Show, don't tell, right? Don't, ha, don't let your mouth write checks your ass can't cash. Or whatever.

See you around.
KK

Comments

[onteamdyson]

[Hey. Hey, you. Don't move. There is a tiny goth girl, who just applied a fresh coat of red lipstick, grabbing your face and bringing it down to her level to plant a smooch on your stupid forehead.]

I hereby Kenzi klaim this Kobra Kid for my Kobra kollection in the name of science. As you were, soldier.

[refraktory]

[ Afkdsjf well. Okay. That is a long way to bend over, but they make it werk. ]

Shit, I heard stories about you.

[onteamdyson]

Good ones? Wait... that probs depends on who told 'em. At least that means you already know it's cosmic destiny that we end up being friends literally every time, no matter the KK. [Facepat.] You seem smarter than the others. You'll do just fine.

[refraktory]

Ha, bet your little ass I am. Yo, what's up with that? Destiny shit aside for a sec, Kobra Kollection sounds a little fuckin' kreepy.

[onteamdyson]

It's not creepy! I just... see one of you guys walking around and immediately need to high five you and trade stupid catchphrases and go on adventures. It's a kompulsion! Or some kind of... weird, innate reflex.

Maybe it's your sweet moves.

[refraktory]

I don't think that's a maybe. It's always gonna be the moves.

[onteamdyson]

[Keep telling yourself that, Kid.] Better not waste them. You left me hanging, dude, one day we're gonna do something.

[refraktory]

Aw, fuck, I did. The zombies 'n shit. Alright, alright -- you got yourself a raincheck. Next time somethin' good comes along, we're gonna do it up.

[fangool]

[ JUST SQUINTS AT FOREVER ]

[refraktory]

[ SQUINTS BACK different packaging, same great flavour, what do u want ]

... Nah, son, still ugly.

[fangool]

Ugly, please, much better lookin' than you and your brother. Combined.

[ Also, grumpily: ] Bitch, none of this teasing shit, I'll kick your ass.

[refraktory]

Thought you liked teasing. [ Nah, though, he gets it. ] Look, I got a shot tonight, I'm takin' it. Better than nothing, cuz hell, I ain't made for dust collection.

[fangool]

Not from you, y'nasty. [ ARMPUNCH ]

... S'good to see you anyway. Miss you. A lot.

[refraktory]

[ Ehehe. Return-thwack. ]

Miss you too. Heard you been gettin' up to some trouble out there.

[fangool]

[ Shifty shift. ] No more'n usual. Depends on what you heard exactly. [ He totally knows about the drugs shEEEIT ]

[refraktory]

[ YEAH YOU PLAY THE SHIFTY. ] I heard a lot. I gotta reach in there and punch you in your fool face, or what?

[fangool]

No, I already got like ten people doin' that for me, thanks. [ Scowls. ] Boo hiss, Ghoul ain't allowed t'do drugs no more cause we care, whatever.

I been drawing. S'enough. For now.

[refraktory]

[ Yeah, god forbid they care. Ghoul, you get the Look. But -- good. ]

Good. Keep at it. Bring me somethin' back for the fridge.