The Accent is Probably Fake

[yall_need_jesus]

Woah. Now, hang on here. Yer tellin' me this place has people from all sorts of worlds an' realities, most of which haven't ended from the Plague? This should be fun!

O' course, ya do realize that my interactin' with all these nice folk means the threat of spreadin' the Plague to them, right? But I'm sure if anythin' goes wrong, you'll be more than capable ta handle it, considerin' all that fancy education o' yers. What are ya gettin' it in again?

...Literature?

Well, it's gonna be a fun ride, at least.

Comments

[getoffmytrain]

Surprise, man -- your world ain't the only one out there. Only mine is.

Welcome to the club, though.

[yall_need_jesus]

I don't understand what ya mean, but I appreciate the friendly greetin'!

[getoffmytrain]

I mean, welcome ta...you know, this. Bein' a puppet. It's not half bad, usually. Your mun's the shippy type, you'll probably get laid a lot.

[yall_need_jesus]

Oh, I doubt I'll be seein' any o' that kind o' action. [He laughs, voice muffled by the mask.] Not that she wouldn't like it, mind ya. But it just ain't possible.

[getoffmytrain]

Yeah...you say that now, but she'll find a way. Muns are crafty, and your resolve is only as strong as theirs.

[yall_need_jesus]

Is that so? Well, we'll deal with it when we get there! You seem to know a lot for a fellow with red hair.

[He has nothing against redheads. Scratch has noticed that you A) know a lot and B) have red hair and therefore states both in one sentence that could be easily misinterpreted.]

[getoffmytrain]

Hey! What's that supposedta mean?!