#pg93

[melted-memories-a-pizza-tower-au]

QUICK GRAB ONTO SOMETHING

Noise: "No can do on that pal! It ain't built for carrying more than one person! That person being yours truly of course..."

Peppino: "Well-a GOOD FOR YOU!"

Noise: "Of course it's good for me! I made it after all!"

Peppino: "why I oughta....."

[macklives]

see??

no damage

but damn john doesn’t look like a happy camper

GET HIM BACK CHILD

[macklives]

WELL DUH THEY DON’T JUST EXPLODE ON THEIR OWN YOU GOTTA LIKE SLAM THEM DOWN NOT JUST LET THEM FALL

[gizoogletranslateshomestuck]

John: Captachalogue pie tin. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch.

Yo ass take pie tine n' unequip tha Beagle Puss.

Everythang up in yo' Sylladex is pushed back a cold-ass lil card. Y'all KNOW dat shit, fucka! Da smoke pellets is ejected from tha deck.

Yes fucka! This could be just tha distraction you were...

> ==>

[invader-stuck]

===>

Mimi was one of your finest achievements. SIR units are the closest an INVADER comes to having a friend, who also doubles as a servant of sorts, and Mimi was the best. Not only did you build her from SCRATCH, but the only supplies lying around at the time were huge mounds of TRASH. She was the perfect familiar, and did everything you told her to with approximately 33.0% greater accuracy than normal SIR units. You are sure that if there had been some SIR UNIT COMPETITION she would have come in FIRST PLACE.

Needless to say you were quite shocked when she started to MALFUNCTION, only minutes before your exile into the void of space. You had to shut her down before she went completely out of control, but by then she had contributed to about a third of your ship's damage. Upon further inspection, you found that her MEMORY DISC had been stolen, for reasons you can only contribute to the meddling of your most hated ENEMY. You also do not wish to recall him at this time either.

You think you have pinpointed the source of most of her damage, but you can't risk turning her back on until you retrieve her memory disc. Which is to say, she's going to be decommissioned forever.  

[rxxxxxl]

Spring - when the damn world makes us think we are as young as we ever were and deceives us by pale lucid skies and sudden opening of little leaves.

The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath