complete dork

[mybackstory]

There is no way I'm that bad, and I'd be willin' to bet it's all just you and that friend of yours amusin' yourselves.

Like usual.

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[gunah]

I believe you. You can't be that bad unless you choose to be.

[mybackstory]

That'd be more sincere if you knew what I was talkin' about, but since I don't much want to get into that mess I'll just take it.

[Blunt, but truthful.]

[gunah]

You'll just take it? That's generous.

[mybackstory]

Easier than doin' somethin' like arguin' over the fact that you believed me on somethin' that was really a short sentence of me disagreein' on a subject of somethin' that wasn't really given.

Such as I could be disagreein' over the fact of them thinking I'm not as bad at expressin' certain things as they like to play out from time to time, or goin' along that same line that I'm not as bad at communicatin' my thoughts as they sometimes like to simply chat over with a friend.

So yeah, takin' it is a lot easier than all of that I did anyway.

go on guess who this is

[spaceroach]

No I bet you're horrible.

too tired what is sleep

[mybackstory]

[Really.]

Havin' a bad day there, fella?

I HOPE YOU SLEPT

[spaceroach]

NO! I'm fine! Never better!

[Zim is always having a bad day]

MAYBE no, no.

[mybackstory]

You kinda don't sound like it. At all.

GO TO BED

[spaceroach]

I'M FINE! Don't get any of your gross concern on me, robot!

later, baking

[mybackstory]

Concern can't be gotten on anything, it's just a bunch of electrical impulses of data.

Unlike all that bacteria in the air, like right now.

PUT THE MEASURING SPOONS DOWN AND BACK AWAY

[spaceroach]

[THANKS Spine.

The sound Zim makes is like a mixture of a gasp and a horrified squeal.

And now you have one tiny alien trying to burrow under your swanky waistcoat]

almond chai cookies, already in the oven.

[mybackstory]

[That was a way more drastic reaction than he'd expected, and all he does is hold up hands and arms.

Well, The Jon had done worse. As much as this was just out right popping his personal space bubble this small guy couldn't do any harm to the clothing.


.. Right?]

Ain't one for germs and bacteria, I take it.

>T

[spaceroach]

[Not for now anyway, he's just huddled under there and shaking like a tiny green maraca.]

myorganswillrot!

cookies, dozens and dozens.

[mybackstory]

Well, given that I can detect rot by 'smell' I'd reckon you're in the clear at the moment.

That is assumin' that you do breathe-in and breathe-out in some way.

[Calmly, just as he has been speaking the entire time.

He is very used to these sorts of things apparently. This is his life. Why him.]

BED

[spaceroach]

I DO YES.

[But he's not moving from his new stronghold inside Spine's waistcoat. He just wiggles around a little, grunts, and settles again, sulking in there]

Get me some sanitizer!

[dhil]

[Aaaaw. They have met one of you before, he was a very nice Spine. They don't think you're that bad.

They pat his shoulder reassuringly. See? You're a good person!]

later, later.

[mybackstory]

Well, then I do not detect any rot at all from you so far. You're fine.

[Okay maybe this is more alon how bad GG is.]

Y'know any sanitizer I get will be covered by whatever germs and bacteria are in the air, right? The container, at least.

Though I do think you'll be fine comin' out of there, since if it hasn't started your "organ rotting" yet, I'd assume it won't now.

[mybackstory]

[There's nothing bad at all, he gets himself across just fine.

He does get the meaning of the pat, so there's a grin.]

Thank you kindly.

[... No cowboy mode, please.]

/goose hissing

[spaceroach]

SHUT UP.

[He can't burrow in any further, but he continues to cling to Spine like that's gonna save him from germs. HE HAS A CLOTH FILTER NOW HE'LL BE OKAY.]

YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND.

[dhil]

[They're not bad enough to make Spine go full cowboy.

They bob their head, looking pleased that he took the silent compliment. But just to make sure he really feels good about himself, they're gonna give him some more.

Like pointing to that sweet hat, and then to their own head wear.

And making grand gestures.

You have a very nice hat sir.]

/throws goose bread

[mybackstory]

Well then, how about you explain it to me? Since you're stickin' around me as you are.

[He's no stranger to alien beings, probably.]

weeeeeeeeeeeehh you're gonna get siiiiiick

[spaceroach]

Aliens die from being exposed to strange germs, we don't have the immune system for it!

I SAW THE DOCUMENTARY!

[mybackstory]

[Hopefully there are no sunsets around, or lights with any vague sunset color, so it should pass.

Encountering Mimes and others that don't speak have prepared him for this, and so he touches the brim of his hat with a slightly larger grin.]

Well thanks. I'm pretty attached to it myself, even if it's mostly for public appearences. Think it goes with the rest of the outfit. [You do not get away with a fedora if you aren't in some sort of a suit outfit.

Unless you are Indiana Jones.]

Tryin' to make sure I don't feel too bad about my mun's viewin' of me?

I shall live

[mybackstory]

Which documentary was that?

[Because if it was something from wherever this one came from... Well.]

[dhil]

[It's nice to find someone that understands their gestures. They look thrilled to death about this.

It does go with the outfit, you look very nice, Spine. A very nice robot. They nod eagerly, just gesturing to him as a whole. You are very good looking!

Again they nod. They don't want you feeling bad about yourself, you are a good person after all. Good people shouldn't feel bad.]