because only care about hard exoskeletons - canon is a bug's life

[eyepatchless]

Go away.

Far away.

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[popeswag]

Adolescent threats rarely work...creature.

[eyepatchless]

[...ew.

What happened to this human, huh?]

It was a command, not a threat.

[popeswag]

[Get his soul shoved into a doll, that's what.]

They see no difference.

[eyepatchless]

[Made of a torn, used sombrero?]

Then "they" are not very smart at all.

[popeswag]

[It's hard out there for a burlap sack, bro.]

An understatement for them.

[eyepatchless]

[Insert Jon Stewart Oscar .gif]

You've been around one long enough to know anything else?

[not_a_pickle]

I don't think they CAN now.

[eyepatchless]

[...is that a food item.

Talking.

...welp.]

Why not?

[not_a_pickle]

[If it talks, it's not food]

Well, they didn't come here in the first place, we did?

[eyepatchless]

[Everything that talks is food is you're hungry enough]

Here? Where is "here"?

[not_a_pickle]

This place!
Where we can talk to them and other people can hear and stuff.

If you're here, it's too late.

[eyepatchless]

Does "this place" have a name? I'm not familiar with it. At all.

[not_a_pickle]

Mun, is it the same...yeah, okay

Just called 'Dear Mun', it's like writing letters!

[Entirely too cheerful about this whole thing]

[eyepatchless]

[He pulls up his upper legs, looking at his claw-like fingers curiously.]

But say I don't want to write a letter. What then?

[not_a_pickle]

Like....writing letters, only you say stuff? To them? Most people here complain...

[eyepatchless]

Complain? About these muns? I can't even begin to imagine why.

[...]

Pardon my straight-forwardness, but aren't you a food?

[not_a_pickle]

I, uh, um...well...d-depends on who you ask?

[eyepatchless]

[That look will not work on him.

It will not ever work on him.]

I'm asking you.

[not_a_pickle]

Then nope!

[eyepatchless]

Huh.

[So if he said he wasn't a grasshopper, he wouldn't be one anymore? Strange logic there.]

I'm Hopper, by the way. And you?

[not_a_pickle]

[IF IT TALKS. IT ISN'T FOOD.]

I'm Larry the Cucumber! Nice to meet you Hopper!

[Larry, he is a villain and you just said your species.]

[eyepatchless]

[IF IT TALKS, IT'S NOT AN ANIMAL?]

Cucumber? Now, that's definitely interesting.

The pleasure's all mine, really.

[DELICIOUS CUCUMBERS]

I heard you like birds...

[sweetestdisposition]

That's not the way to be very nice to your mun... They'll never listen if you're mean like that.

you heard DEAD WRONG

[eyepatchless]

[DUCK IT'S A DUCK

Be cool, Hopper. He talks. He's not like one of those chirping fiends. Calm, collected. Watch his antenna flick about.]

I hardly think that that is mean.

*cackles and flies away into the sunset*

[sweetestdisposition]

Telling someone to go away is rude, you know.

best. best. best.

[eyepatchless]

It's for her own good.

I'm not a guy who counts to ten more than once.

[sweetestdisposition]

[chuckles]

Better hope she doesn't have any bug spray.

[eyepatchless]

[Birds frighten him. Bug spray does not. That's more for those moronic cockroaches anyway.]

Bug spray is the least of my worries.

[sweetestdisposition]

You won't be saying that when she comes after you with some...

[eyepatchless]

She doesn't even know where it is. I'm completely safe in that regard.

[BESIDES
BIRD
RIGHT HERE]

Oh, I have the worst manners right now. I'm Hopper.

[sweetestdisposition]

[Oh, he knows who you are. But he doesn't mind an introduction anyway. He kneels down and holds out a hand. Yeah cause a handshake'll totally work with this size different, Don.]

Pleased to meet you. I'm Donald Duck!

[eyepatchless]

[...he can smell his birdy smell so much clearer now. All...feathery and...flighty. And deathy. Not a good scent to have inside his insect nostrils, not at all.

For the handshake, he does offer his upper arms, but it's in more of a mimicry of the gesture than anything else.]

Donald Duck, huh? You're the first talking bird I've ever met.

[sweetestdisposition]

[He cautiously uses a finger to shake Hopper's... arms...]

You outta meet my girlfriend Daisy. If you think I talk you should hear her.

[eyepatchless]

[NO FLAILING HERE]

She a chatterbox, you mean?

[sweetestdisposition]

She... can be.

[And then he reflexively looks around to make sure she's not within earshot somewhere.]

[eyepatchless]

[Another bird? That would...that would be a near heart attack for Hopper here. He's barely managed so far to keep calm. Not that his height makes it easier or anything.]

Oh, I get it now. New topic, eh?

[sweetestdisposition]

[Thank you for being so understanding, Hopper, Donald appreciates it.]

So does your mun have a game picked out for you?

[eyepatchless]

[Yeah, as long as this girlfriend doesn't come along and want to feed him to his babies, then they'll be all good.]

A game? Me? Oh, no. She can't think of any place they'd allowed me to be re-sized, shall we say. As large as a human, that is, if you can imagine such a thing.

[never_nor]

You know you're a delicacy to some humans. Something to be savored.

[He leans down to look at the bug.]

Care to be more cooperative-sounding?