Say Grim, Q was telling everyone funny stories of you and I need to know, do you have any funny stories of him?
( @jolie-in-the-underground )
* holy hell, i have been waitin’ for someone to ask.
* okay, so Q ‘n i are both scientists, right? ‘n he has a knack for gettin’ me to let loose ‘n stop worryin’ - so we tend to get up to some shenanigans when we hang out, ‘n often of the scientific variety.
* so there we are, standin’ in his fuckin’ lab, me a lil’ tipsy, him a lil’ programmed tipsy. we keep up with one another, it’s a damn good time, ‘n we’ve got some fantastic findings from our drunk science adventures. a lot of them are pretty colorful and let me tell you, the time we decided we were gonna up the ante with a knife-wielding tentacle was hilarious-
* but this one time, oh no, we had the excellent idea to see if we can’t get try out an idea for his house’s defense system that most definitely involved a jet booster trick panel.
* thing is, we may have mismeasured an important ingredient, ‘n might’ve gotten a little into it when determinin’ if we should have customizable colors for the jet booster’s emitted, uh, fire -
* next thing we know, half his lab is covered with blast soot, ‘n he’s missing one of his fucking arms.
* we found it swinging off of a cabling box fifteen feet up on a shelf stored more’n 30 feet away - needless to say, i got to it first, and of course i poked him with it. he couldn’t control it, but his fuckin’ system is so good that he could still feel his arm.
* i nearly busted a rib laughing when we managed to get him to highfive himself without it technically bein’ clapping.
* he also claimed we should just keep goin’ since we didn’t lose much of our progress anyways thanks to his failsafes - ‘n when i pointed out he might want to fix himself up first, he told me ‘it’s just a scratch.’
* you damn bet i replied ‘a scratch? your arm’s off!’
