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I'm Snark and what the FUCK is an intro??? We just do not know.
You can hmu on twitter or ask for my skype or do whatever it is you feel the need to do broski I'm here for you aight?
ROBOTS OR DINOSAURS?
"Robots."
She wasn't sure she knew what a dinosaur was. Robots were nice, though. She couldn't use their parts, but they were fun to watch.
Did.
Did she just—
Oh boy, she did. She moved, and snapped her head, but she was alive and moving! Oh god, oh god!
Tweek’s only response is to scream. Of course, he doesn’t know when exactly he’s supposed to stop screaming, so it might be a while.
That is not how conversations are supposed to work.
Visi knows that well enough even without the memories of her human brain. The screaming is uncalled for. She isn't even trying to take his body parts.
She puts one finger to her mouth and makes a shushing noise. That was how humans quieted each other, right?
Tweek could handle waking up in a cabin without knowing how he got there, that was fine.
He just couldn’t handle waking up and finding a girl. Who may or may not be dead. Oh boy.
Waking up in an unfamiliar building and not Mother's embrace is strange.
The throbbing sensation in her head is unpleasant. Readjusting it helps, though. It's still a perfect fit.
Once her head is back in a comfortable position on her neck, she takes notice of the stranger in the room. They are not a child of flesh, but those limbs don't look like they'll be of much use to her right now.
She should probably say something, maybe. That's what the memories that aren't hers are telling her to do.
"Hi."
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