canon's futurama. player's not sorry.

[thenastyinthepasty]

Hey, can you get me a slice of pizza or something? I mean, I'd grab one by myself, but lifting my arms is really, really hard right now, and also I don't have any money.

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[yourbestestgif]

Of course!

[While restricted by basic things like hands or even a corporeal form, Giffany may have set up a series of scenarios that may or may not have necessitated a pizza delivery boy crashing his car into a lamppost and dying right outside of Philip's apartment.]

[But all that matters is there is a cute toy pick-up truck driving up Philip's feet with a slice of pepperoni on it.]

Is that all, sweetie?

omg giffany

[thenastyinthepasty]

[can't listen busy eating-- wait, question.] Wait a second, is your boss in that truck? Or is he just hanging around with a remote control behind a tree outside?

omg you know giffany xD

[yourbestestgif]

No. I'm controlling it from here. I can do a lot of special things. But they are not nearly as special as you. ♥

heck yes i do

[thenastyinthepasty]

Whoa, how'd you do that red thingy at the end?

[yourbestestgif]

[Her hands presses against the screen.]

I just think about my feelings of you and they just appear! ♥♥♥

[thenastyinthepasty]

Oh, cool! Can you turn them into burritos?

[ofzamonia]

[Why is everyone so...gluttonous? Being hungry was a good thing.]

Do you really need that right now?

[thenastyinthepasty]

Eh, kinda. Do you want some, too?

[Yes, he's just gonna take the... dog thing in stride.]

[ofzamonia]

You sound like Urs...

[Why did his roommate/best friend have to be a gourmet that liked greasy things?]

I'm not that hungry.

[thenastyinthepasty]

Yeah, well, takes one to know one! [by all accounts, this comeback makes no sense.]

Fine, but once it gets here, you're on your own. That sound fair enough to you? I don't really make deals with dogs that can talk back.

[ofzamonia]

That doesn't even make sense. [And coming from such a wacky place like Zamonia, that's saying something. He does sit up indignantly.]

It does but excuse you. I'm not a dog. I'm a Wolperting.

[thenastyinthepasty]

Says you! [Well. Marginally more sense, there.]

Wolperwhat? What are you, part Wolp, part Ting?

[ofzamonia]

[...What are these sayings even? Rumo reaches up brushes the fur aside on his head, revealing...are those stubs of deer horns? Apparently.]

No. Wolperting, see?

[thenastyinthepasty]

Oooh. Pointy! Anything else you got, or just those nubby horn things?

[ofzamonia]

This.

[And he pulls out...a dagger? Well, it looks like a dagger but the blade is split down the middle. He shows it briefly before returning it to his belt with a slight wince.

I say we kill him.

Oh hush, you! Rumo's not going to listen to you!

...Oh, the problems of having a talking weapon that has two personalities. Luckily, the sword only talks to Rumo and no one else.]

[thenastyinthepasty]

Whoa! You could mug a whole school bus with one of those!

[ofzamonia]

[I like him. Let's do that and then kill him.]

Do I even want to know what a bus is?

[thenastyinthepasty]

Well, it's kinda like a car, only bigger, and really crowded, and you can sleep on it. Well, until it goes over a pothole, anyway.

[ofzamonia]

Don't you mean, 'cart'?

[thenastyinthepasty]

Nope. Aren't those the things you tip over in the parking lot when you go shopping?

[ofzamonia]

[This brings up a whole debate between the two voices of the dagger, which Rumo decided to ignore entirely.]

What is a...parking lot?

[thenastyinthepasty]

Uh, it's where you park, I guess?

[ofzamonia]

Why would you need a lot for just sitting? Sounds like a waste of space.

[thenastyinthepasty]

Nah, that's condos.

[ofzamonia]

They sound as useless as chess.

[thenastyinthepasty]

Wait, do you mean the kind with the holograms or the boring one?

[ofzamonia]

I don't know what a hologram is but there was a class dedicated to chess. It was... very boring.

[Why did so many Wolpertings like chess?]

[thenastyinthepasty]

You shoulda ditched class to smoke, or whatever Wolperthings do instead of going to class. That's what I did and I turned out fine!

[ofzamonia]

If I did that then I wouldn't have gotten weapon's training.

[To be honest, Rumo did think about it. He did.]

[thenastyinthepasty]

So what! Can't you have just winged it?

[ofzamonia]

I wanted to be taught.

[He didn't like math or chess but the Wolperting that ran the lessons for swordsmanship... Was a living legend at the time.]

[thenastyinthepasty]

Oohh. I get it now. You're a nerd! Kinda. Do you guys have nerds?

[ofzamonia]

The ones that like math, yes.

[Excuse you, Fry!]

[thenastyinthepasty]

You guys can do math? Weiiird.

[ofzamonia]

You're telling me.