voicetestingggggg god help me. aiming for next cycle.

[satana]

Are you forizzle right now? Oh, no, no no no.

Look, I don't care whatever deprived childhood you had to roll around in, cuz if we're getting up into the compare and contrast contest, oh, honey, am I ever going to win, and have I got the stories to prove it. You could crack out some junk about dirty hobo uncles stickin' things where they don't belong or dragon fighting or whatever and it still ain't gonna be a good enough reason for you tossing this lady to the dogs.

You hearin' me, muchacha? Because mama doesn't care who's got the puppet strings so long as she's got the scissors. And I don't do horror flicks. Sure don't do spaceships.

Especially don't share headspaces with dudes who smell like they've been rolling in llama yarf. Lemme out. This is not happening.

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[adlered]

Charming.

[ come to mama adler, santana. despite your deplorable english, you're not half bad if you're saying that shit. ]

I am curious about the dragon fighting, personally.

[satana]

And noir!

[ Santana appreciates a classy skank or two, a'ight. But still, Irene's getting crossed arms, and sized up accordingly. ]

Yeah, sure. If we're rocking it up in George Lucas' wet dreams, there might as well be some King Arthur crap around here too. Or drinking cough syrup. Whatever she thinks is cool.

[mohawks]

There is no point in all the whining, Lopez. Those puppet-strings don't cut.

[satana]

Uh huh. Either this shit's gettin' bedazzled or it's getting its sweet ass the hell out of Dodge. I ain'ts nobody's plaything.

You know. Unless it's the naked kind.

[mohawks]

You gotta give the bedazzling shit a rest. Didn't that shit go out when we were in middle school?

Though you are especially good at the naked kind.

[satana]

And didn't mohawks go out when, like, you were just a little spermling? I think I win.

Tell me something I don't know. You're just luckily you've got a few moves up your own sleeve.

[mohawks]

I'm so badass I make this mohawk look good. Those rules definitely don't count.

I got more than a few.

[satana]

No, you make it look like you're not an over-sized Jew fetus like when you don't have it. That is its one benefit.

Okay. Given. The question being how many of those did you lose when you were riding Shamu?

[excitedly]

- )(E)(E)(E)(
I don't t)(ink the place is going to be reel scary until much later.

[satana]

Oh, honey. Uh uh. Not until someone confiscates parentheses from your textcabulary.

[manipulativni]

All things considered, you could be going somewhere much worse than a spaceship.

[ but she's not any happier about potentially heading there. ]

[satana]

[ Santana waves a hand to the side. Is this bitch for real? ]

I guess Auschwitz was all booked up. Yeah, you're right, I should be throwing a party.

[mohawks]

Look, we don't talk about the time it was gone, okay? That is off limits, Lopez.

None. That's how many.

[satana]

They're gonna write about it in history books one day. When Stella got her buzz back.

Yeah. Coming from the source. It must've been like humping a pillow.

[manipulativni]

[ she is the realest of bitches, okay, you don't even know. you scare nerds in the hallways, she eats people like you as a midnight snack. ]

Apparently there's a steady enough supply of liquor on the ship that that'll be possible. [ too bad the person in the know kind of hates her. ]

[excitedly]

Well I sea that someones in a cod awful mood today. 38(

[mohawks]

Hey, I am hot with or without the mohawk. You can't stop this badassness.

[ SANTANA (FUU) ]

Look, step off. She had moves, I had moves. I had no complaints.

[satana]

And I whale still kick your badonk if you keep sounding like Barney's reject dolphin cousin.

[satana]

[ GAME ON, MISS THANG ]

The concentration camp or the partying? Because mama's gonna needs to get her tequila on if they think they're just gonna dump me on the S.S. Starhostage without any undue fuss. Seriously, rude.

[satana]

With, sure. I mean, I have hit it. Without, I have a feeling it'd be like doing a hairless chihuahua.

[ DISH OUT WHAT YOU CAN TAKE, BRAH ]

Was it because you were being smothered by flabby ta-tas at the time?

[excitedly]

Sea! That's the spirit!
You know, I'm s)(ore people would like you better if you weren't so negative!
I'm reely - reely -
-E)(CIT---------ED to sea people when I get there.

[mohawks]

Keep talking, Lopez. You're wrong. You know it, I know it. We all know it.

[ A WHOLE CONVERSATION OF INSULTS. HOW DID THEY EVER COMMUNICATE... ]

No one can compete with that rack. End of story.

[satana]

See, you think that was a compliment. But I'm legitimately calling you Nemo's retard best friend.

You're not one of those furry guys, are you?

[satana]

Do we all? [ She's just gonna reach up and rub her fingers through it, nose wrinkled. ] Ten out of nine pollers agree: You don't got the fuzz, you don't get the fuzz. So, yeah, the 'hawk stays.

[ very... tsunderely........ ]

Okay, I'll concede. That's given the case that you can FIND it, but I'll concede.

[mohawks]

Well, you can rest easy. It's not going anywhere. [ he ducks his head, accomadating. it's santana. she's a bro; allowances are made. ]

When have I ever had trouble finding a great rack. I'm like a homing device for that shit.