#page 611

[portmanteaublerone]

Inktober???????????

[pesterloglog]

Rose Lalonde, Dirk Strider

Act 1, page 610-614

ROSEBOT: Looks like you're getting pretty good at motivational speaking.

DIRK: Well someone needed to shake the rust off of her.

DIRK: She's getting nerves.

DIRK: Right before the big game.

DIRK: We're never gonna make it to nationals at this rate.

ROSEBOT: Ah, fuck. The sports.

ROSEBOT: How quickly I forgot them.

DIRK: There's gotta be some kind of sports penalty, for forgetting the sports.

ROSEBOT: Oh, definitely.

ROSEBOT: I've been very bad and I need to be punished, to preserve the integrity of the sports.

DIRK: Let me just slip into my jackass sports judge mime outfit and get to laying down the fucking sports law.

ROSEBOT and DIRK: Let's stop saying sports.

DIRK and ROSEBOT: Agreed.

DIRK: Speaking of outfits, though, look at you.

ROSEBOT: You like it?

DIRK: It's chic.

DIRK: I dig the return of the hood.

DIRK: You could deliver a whole hell of a lot of cryptic prophecies out from under that sucker.

ROSEBOT: Yes, well, I figured that if I'm to appear before our chosen peoples as a harbinger of their simultaneous doom and salvation, I may as well look the part.

DIRK: Do you feel the part?

ROSEBOT: It doesn't really matter what I feel.

ROSEBOT: We have a job to do, and I'm trying to enjoy myself to the best of my ability while we do it.

DIRK: Trying, huh.

ROSEBOT: Speaking frankly, I've grown tired of...

ROSEBOT: This.

ROSEBOT: Fussing over all the tedious minutiae of getting the baby's room ready.

ROSEBOT: The prospect of this Contest was entertaining to me for a time, but the longer it drags on, the closer we draw to the due date, the more it... repulses me.

ROSEBOT: I'm glad you've agreed that we're basically done tinkering here. I don't think I have much more patience for it.

DIRK: I can tell.

ROSEBOT: I'm also glad you've elected to hear Terezi out vis-a-vis the timeskip and save us the hassle of guiding the Deltritans manually.

ROSEBOT: I know it must be hard for you.

ROSEBOT: Dirk?

ROSEBOT: Dirk.

DIRK: Sorry.

DIRK: Got caught up with something.

ROSEBOT: Far be it from me to stand between you and your enigmatic somethings.

DIRK: You're welcome to stand wherever you like.

DIRK: Anyway, no, it isn't that hard for me.

DIRK: It'd be fun, but as I keep having to explain to people, I'm willing to compromise on certain points.

DIRK: Though I will say it's unfortunate to hear you making them, instead of our complainer on retainer.

ROSEBOT: What can I say?

ROSEBOT: I don't feel particularly inclined to play house right now.

DIRK: Not even with me, huh?

ROSEBOT: Not even with you.

ROSE: Thank you for taking me with you, Dirk.

DIRK: Yeah?

ROSE: I may be less than enchanted with this stage of the work, but I know it's important.

ROSE: It's just straying dangerously close to a lot of things I'm trying not to fixate on right now.

ROSE: Wounds that are still fresh, for me as a sum and for the myriad legions of my parts.

ROSE: Home.

ROSE: Family.

ROSE: Petty, little things.

ROSE: Personal things.

DIRK: Those are important, too.

ROSE: Not as important as this is.

ROSE: For all my temporary discomfort with the prospect of settling down on Deltritus and starting what could very loosely be considered a family with you, I want you to know that my heart is in what we're working towards-

DIRK: Technically, you don't have a heart.

ROSE: Shut up.

ROSE: - and that I'm happy to be here with you.

ROSE: Not drifting around in a constrictive, small pond, getting caught up in trivialities like politics and celebrity and romance,

ROSE: But saving the fucking universe.

DIRK: ...

DIRK: Well.

DIRK: You're welcome.

DIRK: I don't think there's anyone I'd rather be doing this with than you.

DIRK: The rest of them just don't have it in them right now to understand what it is we're fighting for, here.

DIRK: They can't grasp the stakes.

DIRK: Even now, they're on their way here, actively trying to stop us from saving them all.

DIRK: They'll probably catch us right before our entrance into the Game, actually.

DIRK: I won't insult you by asking if you're going to be okay when the time comes to face them, demanding answers they won't accept to questions they aren't even asking, because I know that you will.

DIRK: So I'm glad to have you with me.

DIRK: I'm glad you understand.

DIRK: I'm doing this for all of us.

[thestoopgallants]

[rapidpixeladventure]

Ask Bason: What is flirting?

{[ASK]: [”What is flirting?”]}

You have never heard the term ‘flirting’ before so you decide to ask about it.

Cal immediately stammers and tries to whisper to you.

But Gestalt is the one to respond with some actually good advice.

Once again Gestalt proves to be quite knowledgeable about these things.

Bason scratches their head and thinks for a moment.

Your thoughts drift back to [20511819.] They were a practically ancient robot, and all they could think about was their loyalty to Anham, even though Anham had long since died.

Even older than that was the [Junk Golem] who attacked you out desperation and fear. They believed that they had to prove themselves to some unknown master in order to stay alive.

It makes you wonder about how these robots work exactly...

[STATUS][QUESTS][MAP]

(discord server)

What should we do now?

[pesterloglog]

Dave Strider, Rose Lalonde

Act 2, page 611

TG: ok wait hold on why am i getting this stupid game for you

TG: youre the one who should be wrist deep in puppet ass

TT: What is the specific problem?

TG: the problem is i am up to my goddamn neck in fucking puppet dong

TT: You know you like the mannequin dick. Accept it.

TG: i am enrobed in chafing, wriggling god fucking damned puppet pelvis

TG: an obscenely long, coarse kermit cock is being dragged across my anguished face

TT: Let's put this into perspective. You put up with the puppet prostate because you love it.

TT: Also, coarse is a good word.

TG: you dont seem to harbor any sympathy for the fact that ive burrowed fuck deep into lively, fluffy muppet buttock

TG: im whirling in the terrible cyclone at the epicenter of my own personal holocaust of twitching foam noses

TG: its like a fucking apocalypse of perky proboscis here

TG: like

TG: the proboscalypse i guess

TT: Are you going to start rapping about this?

TG: what no

TG: no listen

TT: Prong of flesh bereft of home

TT: Found solace 'twixt a cleft of foam.

TG: no oh jesus

TT: Of apocalypse your thoughts eclipse

TT: A painted pair of parted lips

TT: That dare through kiss to stir the air

TT: That teases tufts of orange hair.

TT: And though faces flush in lovers' fits,

TT: Hands snug in plush as gloves befit.

TG: ok dickinson if you can shut your perfumey trap for a half second

TG: this is serious

TG: i am just saying

TG: if i see one more soft bulbous bottom being like

TG: kind of jutting out and impudent or whatever

TG: im gonna fly off the handle

TG: im gonna do some sort of acrobatic fucking PIROUETTE off the handle and win like a medal or some shit

TT: Then let's hope there will be a squishy derriere somewhere below the handle to break your fall.

[pwnthesat]

Blue Book page 611 #9

You can backsolve this one--that’s my recommended method. 

Start in the middle with (C). Assume p = 4, so 2p + 7 = 15. Divide that by 5 and you get 3 with NO remainder, so that can’t be the answer. 

Try (B). If p = 3, then 2p + 7 = 13. Divide that by 5 and you get what you’re looking for! 13/5 = 2 remainder 3. 

[For a bit more fun with remainders, click here.]