On potentially being apped @ box_network

[awfulsentimetal]

You sure you wanna take another stab at playin' me in a horror game, Miss Mundane?  It didn't go too well last time--I thought you'd decided me and the others weren't suited to that kinda thing.  You might wanna think this over a bit more before you go puttin' any eggs in any baskets.

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[missfunction]

Who p-put all these eggs in my basket?!

[awfulsentimetal]

What.

[missfunction]

There's egg yolk everywhere. Why would ya d-do this?!

[awfulsentimetal]

Are you sure you didn't put those eggs in that basket yourself?

...and then sit on the basket?

not here

[doctoral_bird]

Y'guys see my eggs around?

how are you NOT HERE

[awfulsentimetal]

Stop givin' Rabbit eggs, Mister Malkus.

SIMPLE

[doctoral_bird]

Well she said somethin' about easter and rabbits and- well now I'm missin' a load of important plague doctor eggs. Y'don't want to know how hard those were to lay. Whew, trust me.

[awfulsentimetal]

Get out.

[doctoral_bird]

Yabby dabby!

[ There was a rimshot and audience laughter as Malkus jigged out of the room and out of The Spine's life forever. ]

[missfunction]

[egg yolk all over her face]

No.

[missfunction]

That's why there's egg all over my b-butt....

[awfulsentimetal]

That'd be it.

[missfunction]

[LEAVES IT W/E]

S-so-so! What's this horror game we're g-g-goin' t'? Don't think yer gonna get outta me t-taggin' along with ya!

[awfulsentimetal]

[Just another Monday.]

You can't come. It was bad enough lookin' after all of you in that other place, I don't wanna be fretting about you gettin' in trouble in the new one.

[missfunction]

Oh puh-puh-please, Th'Spine! Ya never had t' do any l-lookin' out for me, I was always th' one lookin' out after all'a you!

[awfulsentimetal]

[He... isn't going to argue. A change of tack is in order.]

It's not gonna be any kind of fun, Rabbit.

[missfunction]

[The older 'bot's neck clickclickclick'd as her head tilted to the side, mouth twisting into a frown.]

Well...C-can't argue with ya there. But I ain't l-lettin' ya face it alone, Spine. That ain't what b-big sisters do.

[awfulsentimetal]

robots don't have siblings

[missfunction]

[FROWN. LOOK AT THIS BIG FROWN.

Also, look at this copper hand coming out to sweetly WHACK The Spine in the side of the head.]

Shaddup, ya dummins. Yer my lil' brother whether ya l-l-like it or not.

[awfulsentimetal]

[CLANG. There goes the fedora. And oh, look, his wig is askew, too. He gapes at her.]

Rabbit!

[A puff of steam as he reaches up to straighten that wig. Better.]

There wasn't any call for that. It's a fact, robots don't have siblings--and if they did, maybe their sisters oughta listen to'em when they say not to go somewhere!

[missfunction]

[And while The Spine is adjusting his wig, Rabbit will be kneeling with a frightening CRACK of her skinny knees to swipe up her brother's hat, holding it just out of his long reach.]

It ain't a fact! It's s-s-some stupid words strung together that don't m-mean a thing! Yer my b-br-brother. Th'Colonel was our Pappy. We're f-f-family. That's what we feel on our insides parts!

[awfulsentimetal]

[Hey! That's his hat, Missy! He makes an indignant swipe for it.]

That's just programmin'!

[missfunction]

[Nuh-uh! She waves it away just a little bit further. Can't keep it away from those long limbs for long, but Rabbit is at least giving this some proper effort.]

Programmin', schogrammin'! It wasn't programmin' that m-m-makes ya buy me a Yulemas gift each year. That's l-love!

[awfulsentimetal]

[Yeah, he's... starting to seriously consider doing the undignified thing and tackle Rabbit for it.]

That's not wantin' to hear you complainin' about me not gettin' you anything!

[missfunction]

Hey! Me n-n-not complainin' every year is my way of showin' I l-love ya back!

[awfulsentimetal]

[Last attempt at just snagging the hat back.]

Is that why you don't give anyone else Yulemas gifts?

[missfunction]

[Okay, so he gets it that time. whatever, Rabbit's too busy huffing over his accusation]

Hey, I give gifts. Lots o' gifts. Just ain't th' conventional types...

[awfulsentimetal]

Givin' me my own shoe doesn't count.

[missfunction]

Ain't my f-f-fault ya misplaced it! Ya gotta learn t' keep a better eye on yer things, Spine.

[awfulsentimetal]

[And the fedora returns to his head with a pointed tug.]

I didn't misplace it, you specifically went into my room to get it and then handed it to me sayin' "Happy Yulemas".

[missfunction]

Well, duh-doy! That's what ya say when ya give Yulemas gifts.

I really d-don't see what point yer tryin' t' make. [or refusing to listen really, something like that.] A gift is a gift is a g-g-gift!

[awfulsentimetal]

It's not a gift when it's somethin' the person already ownnnnnnsssss--y'know what, fine. You're right. It was a great gift and I'm thankful every day that you gave it to me instead of puttin' it in the blender or somethin'.

[missfunction]

See? That's what m-m-makes me such a thoughtful sister! We are siblings!

[awfulsentimetal]

[You know what? Fine. Fine. He's giving in, this time.]

Sure, Rabbit. Sure. An' that's why you oughta listen to me when I say I don't wanna worry about you. Good sisters don't make their brothers worry.

[missfunction]

.... [Point. Enough that his words actually shut the copper 'bot up for longer than five seconds.]

Look.

[awfulsentimetal]

Look.

[missfunction]

Look.

[awfulsentimetal]

... look.

[missfunction]

ʞooן

[awfulsentimetal]

... what?

[missfunction]

Wait, what were we lookin' at again...?

[awfulsentimetal]

I... dunno.

[That's it, he's going back to the hall of wires. Enough socializing for one day. If it were possible for him to get a headache, he'd have a whopper right now.]