On being a homeless muse

[seafoodsoup]

What d'ya mean you're not giving me a home? What world wouldn't benefit from the presence of real octopus royalty!

So, that's how it is. You're just gonna leave this poor ol' octopus floating around in here with Mr. Skull over there.

...Give me a home? Just a few tasty morsels? SOMETHING!

Comments

[notshadowfever]

Bah! These mundanes don't respect any kind of royalty.

[seafoodsoup]

Mundanes these days. I tell ya, back in my day, they knew to have some respect! Wave around a few tons of metal and you've got them wrapped around your tentacle!

[notshadowfever]

Now you're speaking my language! I remember a day when there wasn't a problem you couldn't solve by throwing a few robots at it.

[seafoodsoup]

Exactly! What happened to 'em? Now they just strut around the place like they own it!

[notshadowfever]

This place should be under the banner of a real leader, not these silly muns.

[seafoodsoup]

I like your style!

[notshadowfever]

Splendid! My first subject!

[seafoodsoup]

Gweh heh heh-Wait. Your subject?!

1/2

[notshadowfever]

Oh, sorry, did I say that aloud? What I meant to say was minion.

2

[notshadowfever]

- Ally, no - Ally! Yes, that's the word. Alliance.

1/2

[seafoodsoup]

You are in the presence of a prince among octopi! No, no! A King!

2/2

[seafoodsoup]

But I'll take an alliance...

[notshadowfever]

Splendid. Just sign here, here oh and, er, here. I trust you have your own ink?

[seafoodsoup]

I never leave home without it!

[notshadowfever]

Smart fellow. You never know when it might come in handy!

[seafoodsoup]

Feh heh. That's right.

Here? [He gives a squirt of ink, more than necessary and most of which splatters around. Don't get blinded!]

[notshadowfever]

[Casually opens an umbrella to shield himself from that burst of ink, then closes it when Ultros is done.

He eyes the completely destroyed contract. At least Ultros can't go back and read the fine print.]

You can keep that.

[seafoodsoup]

Uwee hee hee! It's mine now!

[pervytentacles]

My mun's not giving me anywhere to swim, either. Rotten good-for-nothin' fleshies! What did we ever do to them??

[seafoodsoup]

Nothing! Nothing except give them the pleasure of our inky presence. Look at us! What finer specimen of an octopus could you ask for?

[pervytentacles]

Too bad they're not more grateful.

Who's Mr. Skull?

[seafoodsoup]

Some chattering bone. Says he's demonic though!