Breakin' in the DW account!

[foolishwren]

Okay, seriously. What do they call you people-- 'mun'? All right, Mun, I've had it up to here with all this. For the past, like, week, you've been sitting there obsessively organizing everything like some kinda geek instead of, you know. Roleplaying. Yeah, that thing. You know, that thing where I get to actually go interact with people? ... Hopefully cool people?

No, I don't care if the game isn't over here yet. It's not like anything's been happening there right now anyway.

I'm bored as hell. I would literally rather be running around the ol' Hill and narrowly avoiding being eaten by those faceless naked obese guys than spend one more minute sitting here not doing anything. And that's saying something, because faceless naked obese guys? NOT very high on my 'happy to see' list, lemme tell ya.

... Are you even listening?

... Nope. Nope, you're not. You're sitting there making your stupid little teeny icon pictures. All right. I see how it is.

Screw that. This is stupid. I'll check this place out on my own.

-Heather Mason

Comments

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Yep. And he just sort of watches this flailing in silence for a minute.]

That... makes little sense. How would those be at all helpful?

[foolishwren]

That's the thing!

It isn't!

I guess it's like... ironic? Or something?

She's like a hipster.

An urban decay hipster.

[heavyweaponsbot]

...

Like a what.

[foolishwren]

A hipster.

_{[... Oh yeah. Giant space robots don't know what hipsters are. As usual, Heather begins to open her mouth to explain... and then realizes that explaining hipsters to giant space robots is weird, even for her.]}

... You know, it's not really important.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Uh huh. If you say so.

This one of your weird human things?

[foolishwren]

Yeah.

Actually, it's probably a weirder human thing than any of the other weird human things I've tried to explain to you.

[heavyweaponsbot]

...

Stranger than 'milk'?

[foolishwren]

_{[... That actually takes her a moment's thought. Because milk is actually really strange when you think about it.]}

... Yes. Stranger than milk.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Eugh.

Disgusting, then.

[foolishwren]

_{[... Heh heh now Ironhide thinks hipsters are something disgusting. Heather has scored major points in Improving The World today.]}

Yeah.

Seriously, you don't wanna know.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Honestly, Ironhide would probably would have decided that too, but this saves him the irritation.]

Some kind of... fuel for you?

[foolishwren]

... What, hipsters?

Dude, NO.

They're like... anti-fuel.

They suck the energy out of people. Via irritation.

[heavyweaponsbot]

That...

That is not possible.

[foolishwren]

Ironhide, I know you're like five hundred billion years old, but believe me when I say... you have a lot to learn.

[heavyweaponsbot]

No one is five hundred billion...

[foolishwren]

Really?

I thought you were.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Million. Not billion.

[foolishwren]

Ohhhhh.

... Well a billion is the same thing as like, two million, right?

_{[NO HEATHER YOU SUCK AT MATH.]}

[heavyweaponsbot]

No. More like a million million.

[OR SOMETHING.]

[foolishwren]

... Oh.

I totally knew that.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Did you?

[foolishwren]

Yeah, I was just... uh, testing you!

[heavyweaponsbot]

...

Right. Testing me.

[foolishwren]

Yep!

Aaaaand you passed the test!

Congratulations.

[heavyweaponsbot]

You are hysterical.