#aneyeforhumor

[thestupidmeanone]

*squints* you little shit

“Hey, Lina’s the one who’s paying me to do it now.”

[thestupidmeanone]

"Tucker isn't wrong, though. You're basically the equivalent to that robot from the Jetsons."

“That doesn’t mean I’m going to help any of you fuckers do manual labor!”

[thestupidmeanone]

"... Alternative. Replace the vacuum portion of the roomba with a leaf blower. Boom. Tiny hover craft."

“Can I just have the laser ball back?”

[thestupidmeanone]

"Better idea. Get the laser face ball, and make it /into/ a roomba."

“That thing can fly! Why would I want to downgrade an advanced piece of alien technology?!”

[thestupidmeanone]

"Maybe if you stuck a sniper on top of your roomba, it'd shoot straight. Who knows, you might actually hit something"

“You’re not helping!”

[scalpelandasmile-blog]

I have kissed a certain cute blond, but I don’t think we’ve met. Didn’t know space pirates went fully into the pirate look.

[thestupidmeanone]

*Nudges a basket of stars your way*

((Yes good I can use this basket to hold all of my starts thank you friend))

[stillsmxling]

closed starter.

It was too early, even by Kent's standards, four hours into the day cycle was too early to be doing much of anything; yet there the agent was in the MOI's gym taking out whatever qualms she had with the universe on a punching bag. Bare knuckles met vinyl with bruising force, she hadn't even taken the time to wrap her fists, or to think about the consequences. For the past few weeks she had been waking up at obscene hours in the morning as sleep became for difficult to succumb to; not that she had talked to anyone about this, as far as almost anyone knew she was fine.