Voice-test, obvious spoilers, maybe he'll join his headmate at GB.

[gottaseethemall]

So this is one is the one where you make the account before finding more icons? I'm not sure if I like it.

[He tilts his head and stares ahead, lost in thought.]

...Has anybody sung "Wannabe" in the shower today?

[This is very important information OKAY.]

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[hawkingisabastard]

I don't take showers. Why'd ya ask?

[whitescalesbigmouth]

Yanno, My mun was hoping you'd show up here.

Looks like you just may have made her morning.

[gottaseethemall]

Yeah, my mun rushed her decision without having icons. But if I made your mun's morning it means my mun will think she made a good choice and therefore I'll not be forgotten in the bottom of headspace until a MIB agent comes out again around here making her fell very bad and trying this again only to fail one more time. So... good. It's a good one. [Smile.]

[gottaseethemall]

Oh so in this one you don't make your neighbors angry and the peace of the neighborhood is kept without having to worry about a civil war right there in the middle of the street. That's good news!

[6collegecredits]

I don't know about Wannabe, but wow my mun sure seems happy to see you.

[twoheadsofcabbage]

You don't like that...

[And head #2 says:]

...just wait.

[olbustedhotness]

Griiiifff.

Been a long time. How you been?

[gottaseethemall]

I tend to have that effect on people. Except in the one where my mun makes an evil AU of me, which ends up in lots of agent acocunts losing their minds and cursing the MIB rp forever.

[gottaseethemall]

Oh look, you only have two heads in this one! But I'm quite ok with my current account of icons, let me tell you, it's just the meaning of it that gets on my nerves, so to speak. [Shakes his head and mumbles.] Not pretty, no...

[gottaseethemall]

Agent K! It's good to see you. Well, outside my time visions. A long time, you say? Oh, so you've left tip this morning. Good, good. As fun as the one in which we're law outcasts is, I'd rather stay in this one.

[olbustedhotness]

See that, Mama always told me it was good to be kind to anyone who worked in the service industry. Glad to know she was right.

There any possible future in which you might be headed the same direction as me an' Slick? We're ... on reserve, as it were.

[gottaseethemall]

Your mama was a very wise lady. Quite pretty too. In all her versions. [For your own sanity, don't ask.]

Any future is possible, Agent K. There's one where I never leave headspace again, there's another where we take over the bottom of the ocean like mer-cowboys. It all depends on my mun's decisions, really. She's "testing me" to see if I'm "playable enough". Because, you know. My ability and all. She had breakfast today so at least we had a good sign to start!

[twoheadsofcabbage]

Only have two what in what?

[Scrad asks. They have no idea what you're talking about re: meaning either.]

[olbustedhotness]

I'm glad you agree. [there's only the vaguest, briefest hint of an odd look, there. because really, Griff, why you talkin to his mama, what did the Brown County Browns ever have to do with you other than him?]

Bottom of the ocean'd be mighty uncomfortable 'less you had the proper breathin' apparatus. But really, if it's any comfort at all, so far you still sound just fine t' me.

What 'bout the future where while I'm still a mail-carryin' member of the United States Government, somehow I get access to a transdimensional sort've internet community that's present through everythin' from there on out? How's that one turn out?

Not that I'm flat out askin' fer spoilers, mind. I just wanna get a bead on it.

[gottaseethemall]

Two heads in this version of time! There's a whole deal with your parents not having enough liquids before conceiving you, but that's another timeline. Four heads looks rather bothersome, if you ask me.

[gottaseethemall]

I'm sure there's some version of us that have the proper breathing apparatus. I'll have to check it out later, I'm still a bit lost on the exotic dancers one.

[Have that dorky smile of his that says TRUST ME I'M AN ARCADIAN.] There are many version of you out there, Agent K, but none of them is capable of staying inside a small shop for long. Trust your mun in this one. ...s/he has had all their vaccines, right?

[twoheadsofcabbage]

[Scrad repeats:]

What?

[Charlie, on the other hand says:]

Oh, ew.

[Because he's on board with you. And parent-sex is gross.]

[gottaseethemall]

Wasn't I clear enough? I could show you if you want, people tend to like images better. Specially humans. Not that you're exactly human. Not in this one at least. Have you brushed your teeth today?

[twoheadsofcabbage]

We're not at all human.

[But they're not exactly offended either; the ability to pass for Earth Normal is what got them a ticket to this rock in the first place, and they sort of count on the human race to mistake them for one them every time they leave their apartment.]

Oh! I know this one.

[Charlie offers.]

No.

[6collegecredits]

Well, let's not do that one, hm? Doesn't sound nearly as fun.

[gottaseethemall]

Aaah, but sometimes it doesn't depend on us. You know, like meeting Nordic Gods or getting Punk'ed. It's out of our power what the universe decides to send on us.

[gottaseethemall]

Oh, ok. Definitely not human then. [He nods - more to himself than at anything in particular.] We're in a good one after all...

[twoheadsofcabbage]

Speak for yourself.

[Charlie suggests. It's been a while since Scrad has brushed his teeth. Scrad closes one eye and stares through the other as he asks:]

Where are you from?

[gottaseethemall]

Me? I'm from Arcadia! ...or rather was from there before the Boglodites ate it. Last of my kind and all.

[twoheadsofcabbage]

Hey, better them than you.

[Charlie says.]