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[onteamdyson]

Okay, so if it were me and I had to choose between a psychotic robot assassin spy with a virus in her head and ... well, me, I'd totally choose-- ... Not gonna lie, I'd choose the robot. Bad example. Okay, but if it were between me and Jet Star, I would OBVIOUSLY CHOOSE... Jet... Star. The dude has an a EYEPATCH that's not a fair question.

Hey, it's cool. They're good peeps! Kind of. One of them is good... Look, I'm cool just hanging back with Galen and everybody in memeland and junk. I'm kind of done with the drama after the finale shiz. I just wanna rest-- if you say in peace, I will break out of here to smack you. Not kidding. As long as you don't pick Vardan over me, all is cool in headspace central. But you got time! Think it over some more, dude. Don't go all stresszilla crazy like last time. Take a chill pill and mellow the heck out. LATER!

- K.

Comments

[boxcars]

Ya better not let yer figure get all loppy if ya take a break, ya hear me?

Y've been around fer, what, like, uh... Ever? What's like, a bit less than ever. Is ferever less than ever? ...The same? ...More? ... I'm not good at math, ya know.

TAKE A BREAK IF YER LADY HAS FUN ITS ALL ABOUT THE FUN also, what if it was a robot with an eyepatch

[onteamdyson]

Excuse you, my figure is perfect considering I live off a diet of pizza, various candies, sugary cereals, and cheesy puffs. I bet it's all the alcohol keeping things in check-- WOW, BOXCARS, that was loud as hell.

... A robot with an eyepatch would be the greatest thing I've ever seen and I would immediately need to befriend it.

[boxcars]

Ya got one of them... uh... Metamorphosis? Yeah. Kenzi and the fuckin'... super fast metamorphosis. Fuckin' battlin' yer diet on the way down ta yer thighs and keepin' ya baboom.

I ALMOST FUCKIN SAID BABOON OK YA AINT A BABOON BABOONS AINT REALLY THAT SEXY LIKE MAYBE 4/10

What if it was, like, fuckin' evil? Or had a fuckin' giant fuckin' dick behind the eyepatch? What if it was fuckin' dickeyed.

[onteamdyson]

Metabolism. Nice shot, jellybean. [Boxcars... what ... is even wrong with you.]

Why... any of the things you just said. At all. Just why. Why is this happening.

[boxcars]

MORAL
FUCKIN
SUPPORT

That's my middle name. Hearts Moral Fuckin' Support Boxcars, at yer service, milady Kenzaminaton! Tell me yer problems.

[onteamdyson]

That's three names. I don't HAVE any problems, other than... the death thing. I'm legit, totally, 100% happy where I am.

[glorifiedrevolution]

Someone finally kicked you off your soap box?

sing came on as i was writing this, ihu val

[onteamdyson]

No one kicked me off anything, I'm stepping down gracefully. Something you know zero percent about. [OH BURN] Back off, fucknuts.

eh

[glorifiedrevolution]

Like you're a picture of grace.
Getting replaced for someone shinier?

[ Jet Star...goddamnit. They're everywhere. They're supposed to be dead.]

[onteamdyson]

Excuse you, I'm beauty and I'm grace. I'm Miss .... Canada, doesn't rhyme. United States doesn't even rhyme, so what the hell is that all about anyway. I'm not getting replaced! I'm ... being such a sweetie and letting the professionals handle a super dangerous place while I sip drinks brought to me by my pet roomba and fight my boyfriend's cat for the right to use the bathroom.

[glorifiedrevolution]

Gonna need to be a little more specific, sweetie, I don't keep a list of your boyfriends.

[He also doesn't really care about your life--any of your lives, so that's a thing.]

What dangerous place?

[dirempt]

Hey, pal, how about you leave the lady alone?

[glorifiedrevolution]

And you are?

[dirempt]

A friend. Now, I don't wanna repeat myself.

[glorifiedrevolution]

Her new bodyguards just keep on coming. All of them with a bone to pick with me, apparently.
Back off, uniform. I didn't touch your little doll.

[fucktarts]

Simple solution: get a fucking eyepatch!

[onteamdyson]

YEAH! Great. But I wouldn't want to wimp out and just start wearing one for aesthetics. Clearly I have to sacrifice an eye. Just don't want it to go to waste, you know?

[fucktarts]

Hells no! I'll take it off you if you don't need it, that baby would not go to waste. [ hi hannah that sounds kind of fucking creepy ]

[onteamdyson]

Well, I mean I kinda need it, but if I wanna commit to the eyepatch-- ... you're not gonna use it in a potion or something, are you? 'Cause I know a guy that would totally probably use it in a potion. Or feed it to a lady that makes soup out of parts. Or... yeah, maybe it's better if I pass it over to this total stranger. Sure.

... I don't actually want to remove one of my eyes. In case the subtle joking tone wasn't clear...

[fucktarts]

Oh, I mean, shit, obviously. But, as a mage, it would be totally normal and not at all weird for me to collect eyeballs. Just to clear that up.

[dirempt]

Sorry about that. That kid rubs me all kinds of wrong.

[onteamdyson]

[This lovely gentleman just defended your honour, do NOT make jokes about rubbing him all kinds of right.]

Hey, no probs. Anytime you wanna step in and deal with that douchey-ass motherf-- ... that guy... is totally fine with me. I'm really sick of his sh--STUFF! Sick of ... his stuff.

[dirempt]

[ Is the eyebrow raise for the almost-swears or the censoring? We'll never know! ]

Hey, if it gets bad, nothin' unbecoming about a nice, swift kick to the bells, huh? That is, if he's got 'em.

[onteamdyson]

Oh, he's got 'em. Last time I punched them and he went down pretty hard, it was awesome. Trust me when I say he deserves a lot worse.

Nice hat, by the way. [Do old peeps say spiffy? Don't say spiffy. Don't do it.] Pretty fancy lookin'.

[dirempt]

Should've figured you can handle yourself. Still, you ever need my help, you know where I am.

And thanks. Came free with the war.