#yeahdogg

[taskforcetumut]

ATRIUM SECURITY RECORDING 0361

[INTERCOM]

DIRK: Howdy everyone. This is your captain speaking. And this is my best impersonation of an airline pilot.

DIRK: Anyway, as you might have noticed, we are no longer on LOCAS. If you hadn't noticed, I hope you didn't try to leave.

DIRK: Our next destination is a place called LOMAT, as suggested by Jolene. Says its a good place for us to pick up some supplies in bulk for a good price, and maybe even make a few extra space bucks as well. I'll hold a meeting with the council to discuss that at a later date.

DIRK: That's it for now.

DIRK: ...

[AWKWARD AND SUDDEN INTERCOM MESSAGE ENDING.]

 SQUAREWAVE: -vibrates into the atrium, looking for a victim-

CITRIN: -HE'S LOOSE AGAIN and waddling over to squarewave, his favorite robot brother.-

CITRIN: nice memez!

SQUAREWAVE: -turns slowly toward the tiny citrin- YEAH DOGG!!! THE BASIS OF MY PROGRAMMING IS THE DANK MEMEZ!!!!

CITRIN: -reaches for squarewave's hand and starts to drag him over to the stairwell- feed me.

SQUAREWAVE: -his robot cute senses are tingling- DOES D STRIZZLE KNOW YOU'RE HANGING SOLO???? -complies with baby-

CITRIN: -goes off on a babbling tangent, saying something about daddy. who knows what, though, and who knows which dad. he gets to the stairs and lets go of squarewave so he can float himself down them. wheeeee!-

UNCLE BRO: -He stays out of sight, but he watch-

MEENAH: -enters the atrium and..... stares at citrin. urg to stab is great.......-

CITRIN: -plops on the floor, fat and vulnerable- 8)

UNCLE BRO: -Hoe don't do it-

MEENAH: -the cuter u are, the greater the urge- -steps closer-

CITRIN: 80

SQUAREWAVE: -steps on stairs too soon and tumbles all the way down. CLANK CLANK CLANK-

UNCLE BRO: -GDI-

CITRIN: ... -looks over at robot friend- eheheheh!

MEENAH: dam MEENAH: what a sukbot amirite -holds up five to citrin-

CITRIN: -ah yes, he knows what this means. high fives meenah!!-

SQUAREWAVE: -kicks legs until he can make himself upright- I'M A MASTER OF COMEDY YO!!!!!

CITRIN: eheheheh. zilly bot.

SQUAREWAVE: SILLY AS FUCK BRO!!!!!

MEENAH: could use some work if you ask me

CITRIN: -pushes himself onto his feet- feed me!

SQUAREWAVE: I'LL FEED YOU... SQUAREWAVE: SOME DOPE RHYMES!!!!!!

CITRIN: >80

MEENAH: you his butlerbot

CITRIN: -holds square's hand again- 8)

CITRIN: -reaches for meenah's hand with his other-

SQUAREWAVE: I'M SQUAREWAVE DOGG!!!!!

MEENAH: cool im meenah -stares at the squirts hand- -eh, might as well grab it-

SQUAREWAVE: MEAN MONEY!!!!!

CITRIN: -grins toothily up at her and starts to walk the group to the food line- nice meme.

MEENAH: -starts getting some seafoods for herself to eat once they're over there-

CITRIN: -um... excuse you... but we're here for ME- CITRIN: feed me!!

MEENAH: -...... looks down at him- wat

CITRIN: FEED ME!!

MEENAH: feed yourshellf

SQUAREWAVE: HE NEEDS SUSTENANCE YO!!!!!!

CITRIN: -WHIIIIINES!! but if she isn't going to get him food, then he has no choice but to feed himself so he starts floating anything and everything off the counter, right into his mouth. NOM NOM NOM. just try and stop him!!-

MEENAH: woah MEENAH: kid can eat -does nothing about this- CRONUS: -walks in to get a snack and.... what the fuck, why's this kid taking everything-

SQUAREWAVE: LIL PEACH IS HELLS OF GOOD AT EATING SHIT!!!!!

CITRIN: -omg... no one is stopping him... FINALLY!- om nom nom. >8V

CITRIN: -looks cronus dead in the eyes-

CITRIN: -while stuffing a donut into his mouth-

CRONUS: -WOW NO, he came here for those donuts, he's going to have those donuts. Stomps over and tries to grab the remaining ones-

CITRIN: >80 -FLOATS donuts out from his grasp- CITRIN: eheheheh!

CRONUS: hey kid, stop it. -GLARES and tries to push citrin with his foot- MEENAH: dunno if you should do that

CITRIN: eeeehh!! -plops on his butt- no!! mean!! -psionically flings the donuts at cronus' face-

SQUAREWAVE: DON'T FIGHT LIL PEACH!!!! DEAL WITH ME AND MY ILL VERSES!!!!!

CRONUS: -AUGH this isn't what he wanted........ the donuts bounce off and scatter- vwowv no. howv could you be so cruel.

CITRIN: >8P

CRONUS: those vwere perfectly good donuts. -HUFFS and looks at the counter to see if theres any other desserts-

CITRIN: -eats the donuts off the floor because he doesn't know any better- mmmm.

CRONUS: i hate this kid. vwhered he evwen come from anyvway? MEENAH: -shrugs- CRONUS: is he yours? MEENAH: oh shell no

CITRIN: -doing the elmo potty dance while he eats floor food-

DIRK: -FINALLY ENTERS so he can control his child. he zips over as soon as he notices citrin eating crap off the floor- Dude. Don't do that. -picks him up- CITRIN: -BUSTED- >80 noooooooooooooooooooooo!!

CRONUS: -stares at dirk- this brat stole my donuts, you owve me.

DIRK: Ok. Come back tomorrow. You'll find more donuts. You're welcome. -picks up the rest of the donuts on the floor with citrin on his hip... and steals the one he's eating while he's at it.- CITRIN: 8(

CRONUS: no, you personally owve me donuts personally.

DIRK: I'm afraid I don't have time to make you donuts, Beef. -slam dunks these WASTED DONUTS into the trash-

CRONUS: vwell vwhy not?! jane vwould have done it.

DIRK: ... -sighs- DIRK: Well Jane's not here. And I'm not her.

CRONUS: vwell vwhat kind of human are you. -SQUINTS- MEENAH: -rolling her eyes and going to enjoy her fish-

DIRK: -owl turns now-

DAD: -discreetly places a whole three decker cake onto the counter and retreats-

DIRK: Are you seriously-- -DIRK NO. NO FIGHTING.-

DIRK: ... -deepest sigh of all- Guess I'm a piss poor excuse for one.

CRONUS: -CROSSES HIS ARMS- yeah, looks like you are. -turns and.... that sure is a cake. well okay, he'll take this- -grabs it-

DAD: -Conflict resolved. Enjoy your cake sonny.-

SQUAREWAVE: -follows close behind dirk and citrin this entire time-

DIRK: -GLARES DAGGERS AT CRONUS' BACK but then looks to meenah and gives her a sup nod.-

DIRK: -oh hey lil bot-

MEENAH: -gives him a sup nod back- CRONUS: -goes to take a seat and eat his cake in the far corner of the cafeteria-

DIRK: How's it going, Meenah? CITRIN: -leans on dirk cuz he doesn't feel so good after stuffing his face...-

MEENAH: p ocray MEENAH: that yours -nods at citrin-

DIRK: Yeah. -looks down at him- His name is Citrin. DIRK: ... You ok, buddy? CITRIN: bleeeeeeh...

MEENAH: -REALLY WANTS TO SPEAR HIM, UGH.-

DIRK: -DO NOT SPEAR MY SON-

DIRK: -rubs his back- How are things going in... Wait. DIRK: Are you even working in any of our departments? -most of the rebels are basically supervising or hitching rides... he supposes meenah might be the same but hmm. he definitely doesn't have any records.-

MEENAH: shore MEENAH: the treasure huntin one MEENAH: led by me

DIRK: ... DIRK: This is news to me.

MEENAH: yeah MEENAH: wait MEENAH: youre the new cap

DIRK: That I am. DIRK: What's all this about a treasure hunting... department...?

MEENAH: we hunt treasure MEENAH: duh doy

DIRK: Who is "we?" And have you done any treasure hunting?

MEENAH: yep

DIRK: ...

DIRK: This might be something I should know about.

MEENAH: whale now you know

MEENAH: -crunches a fish head while staring him in the eye-

DIRK: Ok. DIRK: ... Have you managed to collect anything?

MEENAH: yup -crunch crunch crunch- MEENAH: got piles of gold

DIRK: -stares at her for a good long moment- And you're just holding onto it?

MEENAH: shore am MEENAH: smine

DIRK: Then that's not... a department. DIRK: That's just you hoarding treasuring.

MEENAH: call it whatebber you want

DIRK: ... Though it wouldn't be a bad idea to create a taskforce for the specific purpose of earning money. -considers this- DIRK: I'll keep this in mind. Thanks for the suggestion.

MEENAH: im full of good ideas

CRONUS: -and he's full of cake, he ate the whole thing, and now he's just going to lay here in a cake coma-

DIRK: -JFC HE ATE THE WHOLE THING??-

DAD: -that boy deserves a medal-

CRONUS: -HE SURE DID, and there may be some regrets-

RUFIOH: -entering the cafeteria for something to eat... spies Cronus looking kind of miserable over there and just kinda. Drifts over.- RUFIOH: ... RUFIOH: you okay there, dude? you look... halfway to k1ck1ng the f1l1al pa1l. heh.

CRONUS: -groans miserably-

RUFIOH: ... -offers him a napkin.- need someth1ng to dr1nk?

CRONUS: yeah. ill take something strong.

RUFIOH: haha... yeah, 1 know the k1nd. -he's moving off for a minute and probably passes Dirk and Meenah over yonder.- sup pe1xes... capta1n.

MEENAH: sup

DIRK: Hey Rufioh. -feels weird for a few reasons, but he's not letting that show-

CRONUS: -turns his head just so he can watch rufioh, pathetically-

RUFIOH: don't m1nd me, yo... just pass1n' through. -won't be thinking too hard about weird stuff and only returns back to Cronus when he has a cup of very strong tea. Sets it in front of him.- the strong sh1t. -damn the urge to emphasize STRONG was really... strong there.-

CRONUS: .... -stares at rufioh like r u 4 reel- this isnt booze.

RUFIOH: booze and cake don't really m1x well... last t1me 1 checked. RUFIOH: plus 1t would suck 1f we d1dn't get to hang out cuz you were too fucked up, haha.

CRONUS: vwhat kind of booze and cake mixtures havwe you been havwing? -ugh, he'll take this tea. it's what ROSE keeps getting him instead of booze too.- CRONUS: vwhatevwer.

RUFIOH: 1 was th1nk1ng... we could probably th1s non-fucked up t1me to plan out how we w1ll get fucked up. RUFIOH: l1ke on lomat, you feel?

CRONUS: ... vwait like? partying and stuff? this VWOULD be a good time to plan that.

DIRK: -he would like to eavesdrop-- hang out, but he's got a sick baby he needs to take home. with another nod, HE ABSCONDS.-

MEENAH: -bye cool bro-

RUFIOH: damn r1ght... one troll on h1s own a1n't really cons1dered a party. RUFIOH: you should hang w1th some cool fr1ends... maybe 1'll ask meul1n 1f she wants 1n. RUFIOH: maybe... vr1ska. 1'll th1nk about 1t.

ARANEA: -I'M A COOL FRIEND-

CRONUS: i think i might knowv some guys vwith some pretty hard stuff on lomat.

RUFIOH: -troo... but Ruf's also taking his time in shooting conversation with Aranea. It's sad and he's sad about it.- so long as we're smart about 1t... 1 don't see why not. RUFIOH: though uh... 1 m1ght have to watch what 1 take. could fuck w1th stuff 1'm already tak1ng. RUFIOH: l1ke... med1cal stuff.

CRONUS: vwhat? -staares at rufioh now, sipping that tea-

RUFIOH: 1t's not a b1g deal... just some stuff to f1x chem1cal sh1t 1n my head... 1 th1nk. RUFIOH: 1'm pretty sure that's how 1t works.

CRONUS: vwhy cant you take both?

RUFIOH: cuz some stuff doesn't m1x well... that's all. RUFIOH: 1'd rather not come out of 1t w1th a fr1ed pan, haha. RUFIOH: strong stuff 1s gonna be strong, 1'm guess1ng.

CRONUS: but a fried pan is the point. you should havwe seen howv fried i vwas on lauctis.

RUFIOH: 1 can bel1eve 1t. RUFIOH: ....1 can't remember 1f you sa1d you were okay w1th smok1ng.

CRONUS: you sawv my ecig i smoke all the time

RUFIOH: 1sn't that l1ke... water vapor, though?

CRONUS: vwell yeah, it doesnt fuck vwith my gills. i sometimes do nip too.

RUFIOH: n1p's the sh1t, yo... -slowly nodding in agreement-

CRONUS: hey, you got some? ivwe been smoking this stuff i got from lauctis. CRONUS: ivwe just been alchemizing more so i dont havwe to vworry about running out. -looks SMUG-

RUFIOH: home grown's k1nda the... better deal 1f you ask me.

CRONUS: vwhat? my stuffs good.

RUFIOH: -snickers- but yeah... 1 can hook you up, no sweat.

CRONUS: might as vwell do that nowv. i vwas thinking of just going and chilling vwith you anyvway.

RUFIOH: -ears perk up and grins- damn dogg... then what are we wa1t1ng around here for?

CRONUS: -stands up- right? lets go. -WALKS OFF-

RUFIOH: -follows him up, shoving him playfully as he bounds forward. Cheating a little on speed cuz the wings. Get rekt.-

CRONUS: -omfg gdi, he does get rekt-

SUMMONER: =Time for food. He's in the cafeteria, leaning backwards in his chair with one arm looped around the back of it and eating a yogurt. Leg bouncing a lot. He's feeling kind of jittery today.=

NEPETA: :33 < =Do you know what jitters do? Get you jumped. But she don't know this moth that well so just. Large eyes. Staring at the leg from across the room=

SUMMONER: =Pauses his INTENSE YOGURT EATING since he feels like he's being watched. Spots the kitty missy and raises a brow. Waves at her with his spoon, smiling.=

NEPETA: :33 < =Tthe wave draws her attention upwards, smiles back and scampers on over. she'll even sit in a chair this time= hi! NEPETA: :33 < =Is Yogurt all he's eating? Boo=

SUMMONER: =Look at that lass scamper. He keeps eating his yogurt as she comes on over, movin' the spoon down and away when she sits down.= hey there nepster, how's 1t hang1ng? SUMMONER: =Yogurt is all there is on the table at least. Maybe he will get more stuff.=

NEPETA: :33 < =Hands flat on table= dispawpointed really! =rubs the table= look at all this empty space! NEPETA: :33 < its very sad!

SUMMONER: =Raises his brows, amused.= 1'll jot down that you're not one for m1n1mal1sm, SUMMONER: so much empty space 1sn't bad though, see? makes people come over hop1ng to f1x 1t, =Winks at her.=

NEPETA: :33 < then sh33sh! ive b33n falling into pawll sorts of traps lately, i n33d to step up my game! NEPETA: :33 < =folds arms and lays on the table= have you b33n doing nothing but slurping gross yogpurrt? :PP

SUMMONER: you know 1t, better be more skept1cal of empty tables 1n the future, =Grins.= SUMMONER: nahhhh, 1've been slurp1ng other stuff too, why 1 had a smooth1e th1s morn1ng, SUMMONER: and 1'm pretty sure 1 had soup the other day,

NEPETA: :33 < clawside furom the smoothie that sounds purrrrrretty boring NEPETA: :33 < well smoothies can be boring too! NEPETA: :33 < have mew considered a not sl33py meal?

SUMMONER: =Leans back in mock offense.= you come to my table, 1nsult my eat1ng hab1ts, SUMMONER: =Snorts and leans back, smiling crookedly. Shrugs one shoulder.= guess 1 haven't been th1nk1ng much about 1t, SUMMONER: but sounds to me l1ke you have some good 1deas about 1t,

NEPETA: :33 < i couldnt resist the call of a nempty table! =drums it a little= NEPETA: :33 < something that's not meowstly liquidis a start as far as impurrovements go

SUMMONER: ah, but there are so very many th1ngs that aren't mostly l1qu1d, 1 wouldn't even know where to start,

[yeah-dogg]

individual speed dating r1

MEENAH: *SLIIIDES up to squarewave, a plate in hand with some goodies* yo SQUAREWAVE: YO DOGG!!! SQUAREWAVE: LOOKS LIKE YOU GOT SOME DELECTABLE GOODS UP IN THIS BITCH. MEENAH: you know it MEENAH: and its aaaall mine 38) SQUAREWAVE: I CAN'T BE CONSUMIN THIS SHIT ON THE DAILY ANYWAY MEENAH: tough titties SQUAREWAVE: AW MAN SQUAREWAVE: GOTTA BE ALL INFERIOR WITH MY HARDWARE AND INABILITY TO CHEW SHIT! MEENAH: shore are *looks at the questions because she forgot what they were already* got a name robo SQUAREWAVE: THE NAME'S SQUAREWAVE DOGG!!! SQUAREWAVE: WHAT NAME DO YOU WEAR? MEENAH: meenah aka baddest beach in the sea MEENAH: so whats your deal SQUAREWAVE: NAME TOO LONG GOTTA SHORTEN IT SQUAREWAVE: MEENZ SUPREMEZ SQUAREWAVE: YEAH DOGG!!!!! SQUAREWAVE: MY DEAL IS PSYCHOLOGY BRO MEENAH: you MEENAH: reely SQUAREWAVE: YEAH DOGG!!! SQUAREWAVE: BELIEVE THIS SHIT! SQUAREWAVE: COUNSELOR IN THE HIZZY MEENAH: who was dumb enough to make that call MEENAH: not that you aint rad just MEENAH: huh MEENAH: ocray SQUAREWAVE: I GOT THE D SQUAREWAVE: D FOR DEGREE SQUAREWAVE: DEGREE IN KICKIN ASS SQUAREWAVE: AND PERFORMIN PSYCHCOLOGY MEENAH: dam who gave you that SQUAREWAVE: ME DOGG!!! MEENAH: that explains a lot MEENAH: got any peeps seein you MEENAH: *seain SQUAREWAVE: PEEPZ SEE ME ALL THE TIME UP IN THE CLUB SQUAREWAVE: CHILLIN WITH D STRIZZLE GOT HIS ANIME DUB MEENAH: *she's grinning* oh yeah huh SQUAREWAVE: YEAH HUH HUH YEAH MEENAH: so dirk watches anime with you MEENAH: finterestin SQUAREWAVE: IT'S ALL JAPANESE AND SHIT! MEENAH: you speak it SQUAREWAVE: EVERYTHING WENT ACCORDING TO KEIKAKU SQUAREWAVE: KEIKAKU MEANS PLAN SQUAREWAVE: I AM A MAGICAL GIRL MEENAH: *SNORTS* MEENAH: dam you shore do MEENAH: could barely even tell you were usin a dialect i know SQUAREWAVE: YEAH DOGG!!! MEENAH: *stuffs food in her mouth* you got a fav SQUAREWAVE: KYOUKO IS THE SHIT!!!! MEENAH: does it got shit in it like fish MEENAH: and spearin SQUAREWAVE: UH!!!! SQUAREWAVE: NO DOGG!!! MAYBE DOGG!!!! MEENAH: whats that mean SQUAREWAVE: NOTHIN LITERAL! MEENAH: yo stop yankin my fin i gotta hear aboat the violence SQUAREWAVE: SOMEONE GETS DECAPITATED!!!! MEENAH: 380!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SQUAREWAVE: YEAH DOGG!!! CRAZY SHIT!!!

[yeah-dogg]

[07:48] -- yeahDogg [YD] began pestering abscissionGalliard [AG] at 19:48 --

[07:48] YD: weight lsos solution in here

[07:49] YD: fachange my clife

[07:49] YD: weightlsoss4real.com

[07:56] -- abscissionGalliard [AG] is now an idle chum! --

[08:07] AG: What.

[08:07] YD: need lose waieght

[08:07] YD: lsot 50 pounds

[08:08] AG: Are you saying I'm fat.

[08:08] YD: yd

[08:08] YD: yes

[08:12] AG: Screw off then.

[08:12] -- abscissionGalliard [AG] ceased pestering yeahDogg [YD] at 20:12 --

[adiostauromachy]

-- yeahDogg [YD] began trolling adiosTauromachy [AT] at 02:36 --

YD: hey how r u im in europe i got mugged i really ned some meoney so if you can give me ur credit cared ifnrormation

YD: gereat friend

AT: oH NO,

AT: tHAT'S TERRIBLE,

AT: bUT, i AM ALSO PRETTY UNSURE AS TO HOW YOU CAN BE IN EUROPE, uH, aS WE ARE STRANDED HERE, iN THIS LOCATION, tHAT IS NOT IN EUROPE AT ALL,

YD: i am in europe

YD: i ned your money

AT: uHM, tHE QUESTION STILL REMAINS,

AT: aS TO HOW YOU GOT THERE,

AT: dOES DIRK KNOW THAT YOU ARE IN HUMAN EUROPE,

YD: dirk is my hsuband

YD: he got ugged too

YD: need surgery

YD: need moneay now

AT: tHIS IS A DEVELOPMENT THAT i AM SURE IS NOT TRUE, iN THE SLIGHTEST,

YD: we eare friends try t odownload

AT: sO UH, i THINK THAT i AM GOING TO GO, aND ALSO MAYBE ASK DIRK ABOUT THIS MUGGING, aND SURGERY,

AT: aND ALSO HUMAN MARRIAGE BETWEEN HIM AND A ROBOT,

YD: download link help u believe in things believe.me

AT: uHHH,

AT: yEEEEEEAH,

AT: nO THANKS,

AT: i'LL JUST,

-- adiosTauromachy [AT] gave up trolling yeahDogg [YD] at 02:55 --

[taskforcetumut]

ATRIUM SECURITY RECORDING 0163

REDGLARE: -She is being not particularly shy on the matter of wing use, as she has been buzzing through the halls and cafeteria for some time now.  Much preferred to walking, by a lot.  She eventually comes to sit on the branch of a tree, overlooking the atrium.- [5/26/2015 3:44:21 PM] RUFIOH: -he comes into the cafeteria, walking like a normal troll who isn't obnoxious about his wings. His dad told him an interesting story about an old friend feeding apples and carrots... his mind is a little preoccupied with that, at least until he catches sight of an intimidating looking troll with... wings. Yeah that's certainly a thing. He edges towards the lunch line, trying not to appear suspicious or guilty even. She just had this cop aura about her...- [5/26/2015 3:46:52 PM] DIRK: -as dirk makes his way through the atrium, toting a box of scrap metal from the tech lab, he can't help but watch redglare buzz around. okay, that's new, but he's come to expect this sort of thing by now, and he definitely can't blame her for flying everywhere. that's the only way to travel, honestly. okay, that's a lie. dirk likes traveling by motorcycle too. when she perches, he stops, but not before noticing rufioh in the distance. he looks between the two briefly, settling his attention back on redglare- See anything of interest from that unique vantage point? [5/26/2015 3:47:34 PM] REDGLARE: Sur3. [5/26/2015 3:47:58 PM] REDGLARE: Sh1p looks 4 lot sm4ll3r, for on3. [5/26/2015 3:48:36 PM] RUFIOH: -is getting himself a bunch of veggie soup, still trying to avoid gaining too much attention from scary cop trolls- [5/26/2015 3:51:09 PM] DIRK: Yeah, it does. -looks back at rufioh. he'd wave to try and get his attention, but his bara arms are full of box- Just realized I haven't done much flying myself, as of late. You know, on my highly illegal hoverboard, as opposed to flying with dubiously obtained wings. [5/26/2015 3:52:33 PM] RUFIOH: -communicate thru the weeaboo hivemind, Dirk. He'll hear you eventually.- [5/26/2015 3:53:13 PM] REDGLARE: You 4r3 v3ry lucky th4t hum4ns h4v3 to b3 1nform3d of th31r r1ght to s1l3nc3. [5/26/2015 3:53:56 PM] REDGLARE: Cont3nts?  -eyeing that crate there- [5/26/2015 3:54:46 PM] DIRK: -smirks up at her before looking back to his box- Oh, right. Just some scrap metal for a personal project. [5/26/2015 3:55:16 PM] REDGLARE: Of dub1ous l3g4l1ty? [5/26/2015 3:55:54 PM] DIRK: Of or relating to, yes. [5/26/2015 3:56:23 PM] DIRK: -sings cruel angel's thesis in his head while staring at rufioh- [5/26/2015 3:57:54 PM] RUFIOH: - Beautiful... }BI - [5/26/2015 3:58:10 PM | Edited 3:58:18 PM] REDGLARE: -STARING.- 4nd w1ll 1n no w4y 3nd4ng3r th3 cr3w of th1s sh1p.  -GLARE even- [5/26/2015 3:58:55 PM] RUFIOH: -is now eating a bowl of broccoli and cheese hell yeah- [5/26/2015 3:59:39 PM] DIRK: Of course not. [5/26/2015 4:00:52 PM] RUFIOH: -Also rereading the first volume of sailor moon at the table he's sitting at.- [5/26/2015 4:03:21 PM] REDGLARE: C4rry on w1th your bus1n3ss. -He is, as the head of a department, KIND OF outranking her, as much as she might be curious for reasons both legal and non-legal.- [5/26/2015 4:07:39 PM] DIRK: -nods at her, refraining from making some sort of comment about how all worthwhile things are at least a little bit illegal, and then moving on to go bother rufioh, since he was unable to lasso him over on sheer will alone. he makes a big scene, dropping his box onto rufioh's table- [5/26/2015 4:07:44 PM] DIRK: Sup. [5/26/2015 4:09:08 PM] REDGLARE: -And it is already time for liftoff again and she gone- [5/26/2015 4:09:31 PM] RUFIOH: -Jumps as a heavy box is set against the table- d1rk!!! -wing waving as he grins at him- the f*ck you been, man?? [5/26/2015 4:10:21 PM] RUFIOH: -Also why aren't you box lifting some more. He'd be way okay with watching that.- [5/26/2015 4:10:39 PM] DIRK: -shrugs- Been keepin' to my quarters, mostly. [5/26/2015 4:10:47 PM] DIRK: -WELL IF YOU INSIST...- [5/26/2015 4:13:00 PM] RUFIOH: d*mn... talk about a herm1t, yo... and 1 thought 1 was bad?? 1t's been a wh1le, 1t feels l1ke... [5/26/2015 4:16:15 PM] DIRK: Agreed. -pops a squat backwards in a chair beside him- What's been new since our last encounter? -still seeing that serket girl????? 8)- [5/26/2015 4:20:00 PM] RUFIOH: -uhhh...- been work1ng out a bunch! 1t's been almost a per1gree now. can you tell? -NITRAM NERD FLEX- got my *ss handed to me by some sparr1ng bots yesterday too... but 1 l1ke to th1nk 1'm gett1ng better w1th 1t. [5/26/2015 4:20:25 PM] RUFIOH: go1ng back today to g1ve 1t another shot. [5/26/2015 4:22:17 PM] DIRK: Oh yeah, those things are relentless. [5/26/2015 4:22:25 PM] DIRK: That's how Jade and I programmed 'em to be. [5/26/2015 4:24:02 PM] RUFIOH: no sh*t?? that's so k1ck*ss, yo! }:D [5/26/2015 4:25:06 PM] RUFIOH: don't th1nk 1'll ever get over how cool 1t 1s... -or how cool you are, dirk senpai- [5/26/2015 4:25:26 PM] RUFIOH: -GOSH...- [5/26/2015 4:26:01 PM] Kirby: MEULIN: -suddenly a meu has arrived!  she spots dirk and rufioh and skips on up to them- HI GUYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [5/26/2015 4:26:53 PM] RUFIOH: -ears perk at meulin- yooooooo, le1jon! [5/26/2015 4:27:31 PM] DIRK: -shits glint like yes I know it's awesome and then suddenly meulin. he gives her a sup nod as well.- [5/26/2015 4:28:24 PM] RUFIOH: how's 1t fly1ng, meus? -stirs at his soup- [5/26/2015 4:29:31 PM] Kirby: MEULIN: -she does a little wobbly flutter hover- ?(;^o^?) ITS GETTING THERE I FLEANK........BETTER AT FLEAST!!!!!!!!!!! [5/26/2015 4:30:36 PM] DIRK: All this flying business is making my hoverboard look way less impressive. [5/26/2015 4:31:18 PM] RUFIOH: -shifts and shrugs- fly1ng's al1ght... [5/26/2015 4:31:27 PM] Kirby: MEULIN: MAYBE YOU COULD TEACH IT TO FLY!!!!!!!!!!! [5/26/2015 4:31:32 PM] Kirby: MEULIN: -yes...teach it- [5/26/2015 4:31:51 PM] DIRK: ... [5/26/2015 4:31:58 PM] RUFIOH: ...? -He has no idea what that means.- [5/26/2015 4:32:04 PM] DIRK: Sure. [5/26/2015 4:32:19 PM] RUFIOH: ... [5/26/2015 4:32:29 PM] Kirby: MEULIN: (=^???^=) [5/26/2015 4:32:41 PM] Kirby: MEULIN: -totally not high or anything- [5/26/2015 4:32:41 PM] RUFIOH: -Casual page turn.- [5/26/2015 4:33:21 PM] RUFIOH: -Nah she's just naturally loud and spacey... right?- [5/26/2015 4:33:43 PM] DIRK: Alternatively, I could fix myself up with some killer mechanical wings. [5/26/2015 4:35:23 PM] Kirby: MEULIN:?(*OOO*)?  MOG!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT WOULD BE SUPURR COOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DO IT!!!!!!!!!!! [5/26/2015 4:35:45 PM] RUFIOH: -Jesus... so loud...- [5/26/2015 4:37:04 PM] RUFIOH: you ever f1gure out about that off1ce of yours, meu? [5/26/2015 4:38:27 PM] Kirby: MEULIN: NOT YET, I AM GOING TO TALK TO ARANEA LATER TODAY ABOUT IT THOUGH!!!!!! [5/26/2015 4:39:54 PM] RUFIOH: -soft snort- better have that g1ft basket ready... [5/26/2015 4:40:15 PM] DIRK: (Yeah. Have fun with that.) [5/26/2015 4:40:31 PM] RUFIOH: -another casual page turn.- [5/26/2015 4:41:05 PM] DIRK: -reads sort of over shoulder a lil- [5/26/2015 4:42:28 PM] RUFIOH: mues dropped the yarn ball, yo... totally spaced about her off1ce th1s whole t1me. -informs dirk- d1dn't know she had one? [5/26/2015 4:43:04 PM] RUFIOH: -doesn't seem to notice the shoulder reading.- [5/26/2015 4:43:10 PM] DIRK: Nice one. [5/26/2015 4:43:33 PM] RUFIOH: - snrrrrk- [5/26/2015 4:44:00 PM] Kirby: MEULIN:  -taking the opportunity to grab food, she def didnt catch that- [5/26/2015 4:45:51 PM] RUFIOH: -guess he'll snicker to HIMSELF then- [5/26/2015 4:46:24 PM] DIRK: -looks like dirk's comment has fallen upon DEAF EARS- [5/26/2015 4:46:35 PM] DIRK: -AAAYYY- [5/26/2015 4:47:54 PM] Kirby: MEULIN: -back there- (?????) SOMETHING FUNNY???????? -sits her booty on down- [5/26/2015 4:48:21 PM] RUFIOH: just a l1l. [5/26/2015 4:49:40 PM] RUFIOH: -AAAAY jk he actually wouldn't get it.- [5/26/2015 4:52:34 PM] DIRK: I have to wonder, if you've had an office all this time, why hasn't Aranea gotten on you about coming in for work? Surely she is not as chill as I am. -but then again, the only person in his department who never really came into work is the one he had a crush on so...- [5/26/2015 4:53:49 PM] RUFIOH: aranea's ch1ll? -are you implying she's not?? She's the only nice Serket...- [5/26/2015 4:55:17 PM] DIRK: -oh rufioh. dear, sweet, naive rufioh...- [5/26/2015 4:55:27 PM] DIRK: -grumbles- I guess. [5/26/2015 4:55:47 PM] Kirby: MEULIN: SHE HASNT YET!!!!!!!!!!!! MAYBE SHES B33N TOO BUSY FUR ME????? [5/26/2015 4:57:22 PM] RUFIOH: -concerned headtilt- as long as you get the work done... 1t a1n't an 1ssue, r1ght? [5/26/2015 4:57:38 PM] DIRK: That's how I see it. [5/26/2015 4:58:05 PM] RUFIOH: -satisfied nod- [5/26/2015 5:02:41 PM] Kirby: MEULIN: YEAH TRUE!!!!!!!!!! [5/26/2015 5:04:25 PM] DIRK: -pokes around in his box of spare parts- Speaking of, got any new projects to keep our civvies and crew happy, Meulin? [5/26/2015 5:05:09 PM] RUFIOH: -sets aside the first volume of his precious Sailor Moons and takes out the second.- oh so that's what you do... -haha people with real jobs.- [5/26/2015 5:06:28 PM] Kirby: MEULIN: NOT AT THE MOMENT........IM TRYING TO THINK OF SOMETHING COOL TO DO, MAYBE I SHOULD PUT UP A SUGGESTION BOX!!!!!!!!!!!!! [5/26/2015 5:08:04 PM] DIRK: Not a bad idea. We've got some creative minds on board. DIRK: -fiddles with a piece of scrap metal thoughtfully- Maybe too creative. [5/26/2015 5:09:14 PM] RUFIOH: -blinks- what qual1f1es as "too creat1ve"? [5/26/2015 5:10:47 PM] RUFIOH: -genuine curiosity, he is just too innocent.- [5/26/2015 5:11:27 PM] DIRK: -OH RUFIOH. DEAR, SWEET, PRECIOUS RUFIOH- [5/26/2015 5:11:40 PM] DIRK: That's right, you weren't around during the talent show. [5/26/2015 5:12:15 PM] DIRK: I believe that was the best show case of what runs through everyone's minds around here. [5/26/2015 5:12:33 PM] DIRK: Still pissed me and Meu didn't win, though. We were robbed. [5/26/2015 5:13:27 PM] RUFIOH: woah, a talent show?? }:O -TELL HIM MORE ABOUT THIS- [5/26/2015 5:14:45 PM] Kirby: MEULIN: YEAH WE HAD THE BEST SHOW!!!!!!!!!! -huffs sadly- [5/26/2015 5:16:19 PM] DIRK: Aw shit. We should bring our performance back to show Rufioh. -shades glint- [5/26/2015 5:17:21 PM] Kirby: MEULIN: -gaasp- MOOG!!!!! YES WE SHOULD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND ANYONE ELSE WHO DIDNT GET TO S33 IT!!!!!!!!!!!!! [5/26/2015 5:17:30 PM] RUFIOH: -Maaaaaaan, a talent show. His imagination is soaring with this.- yeah!!! 1'd watch the f*ck out of that! -rufioh no...- [5/26/2015 5:20:30 PM] RUFIOH: haha, 1 wonder what 1 would do... 1n a talent show... -happy thoughts are aflutter- [5/26/2015 5:21:12 PM] DIRK: -turns to meulin- Perhaps another talent show is in order. That's well within your jurisdiction, I'd say. [5/26/2015 5:24:58 PM] TAVROS: -Time for another extended lunch break. Feferi would be so proud. At least he thinks so? Maybe??? He does his best to get that hella sustinance though. Wanders into the cafeteria while flipping through some papers on a clipboard.- [5/26/2015 5:25:32 PM] RUFIOH: no way!!! -excited wing flapping- 1'd be down for that!!! [5/26/2015 5:26:01 PM] DIRK: -HIS BFF TAVROS- [5/26/2015 5:26:46 PM] RUFIOH: SUP TAV!!! -hollaaaa- [5/26/2015 5:28:47 PM] TAVROS: -HIS BRO4LYEF DIRK.- TAVROS: -Looks up from his clipboard as he is holla'd at. Grins and gives them all a lil' sup nod before coming on over.- hEY GUYS, [5/26/2015 5:30:09 PM] RUFIOH: eeeey tavros! tak1ng a lunch break? -beams at his fellow nitram- [5/26/2015 5:30:23 PM] DIRK: -rufioh, how dare you be more enthusiastic about tavros than him- [5/26/2015 5:31:13 PM] RUFIOH: -some people don't gotta be stoic to be cool. Sorry dirk.- [5/26/2015 5:32:58 PM] TAVROS: -Puts the clipboard under an arm and shrugs, smiling.- tHAT WAS THE IDEA, yEAH, TAVROS: -Sees Dirk's mystery box tho. Headtilt.- yOU HAVING SOME KIND OF PROJECT, oF THE NOT LUNCH VARIETY HAPPENING? iF YOU DON'T MIND ME ASKING ABOUT IT, tHAT IS, [5/26/2015 5:33:22 PM] Kirby: MEULIN: MOG ANOFUR TALENT SHOW WOULD BE PURRFECT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [5/26/2015 5:33:48 PM] TAVROS: -w  OW That Leijon is really loud.- [5/26/2015 5:34:24 PM | Edited 5:34:33 PM] RUFIOH: -ikr?- [5/26/2015 5:35:27 PM] DIRK: -somehow is unphased by meulin's yelling as he addresses tavros- Yeah. Building a makeshift stalactite in my block. [5/26/2015 5:35:58 PM] DIRK: -wait, did he tell tavros he has a grub? oh well, whatever- [5/26/2015 5:37:05 PM] RUFIOH: ... -lol okay. That's totally not a weird thing to build?- [5/26/2015 5:37:57 PM] TAVROS: -He has. He even showed him pictures! Citrin is so cute. He keeps his head tilted, blinking once.- sTALACITE? uH, tHAT'S,,, oKAY? wHAT WOULD YOU NEED THAT FOR THOUGH? jUST FOR DECORATION? [5/26/2015 5:38:57 PM] RUFIOH: -reads at his manga again.- [5/26/2015 5:39:18 PM] Kirby: MEULIN: <(???) -stares and waits for an answer too, is he trying to make a cave? caves dont belong on ships do they?- [5/26/2015 5:39:39 PM] TAVROS: -Side eyes at the manga with INTEREST but wtf stalacites tho.- [5/26/2015 5:40:19 PM] RUFIOH: -OH GOOD he's not the only one. He might sneak a glance a Meulin.- [5/26/2015 5:41:14 PM] DIRK: -everyone's confused stares are so satisfying, he wont dignify them with an explanation. it'll probably make more sense to the trolls when a small child is running around the ship- [5/26/2015 5:41:42 PM] RUFIOH: -bruh...- [5/26/2015 5:42:46 PM] TAVROS: -Stares at Dirk for a while longer, then just chuckles.- i'LL JUST ASSUME IT IS FOR, rEALLY MYSTERIOUS AND POSSIBLY IRONIC PURPOSES, aND LEAVE IT AT THAT, [5/26/2015 5:43:25 PM] RUFIOH: -not a really good reason to do anything but okay... no comment.- [5/26/2015 5:44:03 PM] DIRK: Mysterious. Definitely secret. You oughta know how it is. -SHADE GLINT- [5/26/2015 5:44:51 PM] RUFIOH: -he feels so uncomfortable with the unknown tbh- so... meul1n? [5/26/2015 5:44:59 PM] Kirby: MEULIN: OOOOOH YEAH I TOTALLY GET THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!! [5/26/2015 5:45:14 PM] Kirby: MEULIN: YEAH WHATS UP!!!!!!! [5/26/2015 5:45:50 PM] RUFIOH: just wanted to know 1f you had t1me... [5/26/2015 5:46:07 PM] RUFIOH: for w1ng pract1ce? [5/26/2015 5:47:07 PM] TAVROS: -Grins and internal shades glint back at Dirk.- aH, yEEEAH, i GOT'CHA, -Fingergun at Dirk, then hears about wing practice and internal hrkskssss...- TAVROS: i'LL JUST, gET SOMETHING TO EAT, -Uses fingergun for regular pointing at the food things and walks off for a bit.- [5/26/2015 5:47:39 PM] Kirby: MEULIN: YEAH I THINK IVE GOT TIME!!!!!!!!! -super excited sit hop- [5/26/2015 5:49:02 PM] RUFIOH: -sweats internally as well- yeah! cool! maybe we should book 1t soon? -fixes at his empty bowl and books.- [5/26/2015 5:54:02 PM] Kirby: MEULIN: YEAH SOUNDS GOOD TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -shes just finishing up the food she had grab- [5/26/2015 5:55:30 PM] RUFIOH: -Edges off to get rid of his soup bowl.- [5/26/2015 5:55:57 PM] TAVROS: -Gathering up that food, hoping wing talk will be over when he comes back.- [5/26/2015 5:56:57 PM] RUFIOH: -about as over as DIRKS SECRET ROCK talk.- [5/26/2015 5:58:54 PM] TAVROS: -Secret rock! Secret rock! In Dirk's block! Secret, secret, secret, secret rock! Yeah!- TAVROS: -Him is arrive back at the table with some generic foodstuffs and takes a seat. Leeeans casually to see what Rufioh had been reading.- [5/26/2015 5:59:41 PM] RUFIOH: -its the sailor moons!!!- [5/26/2015 6:00:09 PM | Edited 6:00:38 PM] RUFIOH: -in the original troll japanese text of course.- [5/26/2015 6:01:40 PM] TAVROS: -GOSH! He perks up a little as he looks at it. He doesn't know troll japanese really, apart from a few words and phrases.- yOU KNOW HOW TO READ THAT? -SoUNDS WAY IMPRESSED.- [5/26/2015 6:03:36 PM] RUFIOH: -Slides back to the table.- yeah, man! learned 1t spec1al when 1 was a wr1ggler l1v1ng 1n lawn r1ngs and sh*t back on beforus.... man that was a long t1me ago... [5/26/2015 6:05:46 PM] RUFIOH: we had th1s school feeder h1ghblood who was all about 1t... [5/26/2015 6:06:23 PM] RUFIOH: and 1 guess 1 never forgot 1t? [5/26/2015 6:08:59 PM] TAVROS: oH WOW, tHAT'S PRETTY COOL THOUGH, kNOWING A DIFFERENT LANGUAGE i MEAN, TAVROS: wAS IT DIFFICULT TO LEARN? i'VE SORTA WANTED TO GET TO KNOW IT, fOR A LITTLE WHILE, bUT i'VE NEVER REALLY GOTTEN THE HANG OF IT, fULLY COMPLETELY, [5/26/2015 6:10:49 PM] RUFIOH: about as d1ff1cult as any language 1s... -thinks on this.- hey, 1 wouldn't be opposed to teach1ng 1t 1f 1t comes down to 1t? [5/26/2015 6:11:28 PM] RUFIOH: dunno 1f 1'll be any good at 1t but l1ke... [5/26/2015 6:11:55 PM | Edited 6:13:07 PM] RUFIOH: yeah! 1'd be down for teach1ng what 1 know. }:) [5/26/2015 6:14:33 PM] Kirby: MEULIN: -finishes up eating and disposes of her plate-  OKAY!!!!!!!! I GOTTA GO DROP SOMETHING OFF AT MY BLOCK AND THEN ILL BE GOOD TO GO!!!!!!!!!! S33 YOU IN A BIT RUFIOH!!!!!!!!!!! -waves bye to everyone before scurrying away- [5/26/2015 6:14:42 PM] DIRK: -he hella zoned out- [5/26/2015 6:14:46 PM] DIRK: -waves at meulin- [5/26/2015 6:15:30 PM | Edited 6:16:12 PM] RUFIOH: catch up w1th you, meu! -calls after her- [5/26/2015 6:16:53 PM] TAVROS: -Ear perking.- oH, yOU WOULD DO THAT? uHM, tHAT'S REALLY NICE OF YOU RUFIOH, bUT i WOULDN'T WANT TO BE A HASSLE, oR ANYTHING, -Fiddles with the side of his plate.- TAVROS: hEH, uH, eSPECIALLY SINCE YOU HAVE OTHER STUFF TO DO, aLSO, TAVROS: -WAVES AT MEULIN! Gosh. She sure is energetic, isn't she???- [5/26/2015 6:20:10 PM] RUFIOH: nahhh... well... 1 m1ght need to plan th1s better but... -he's seriously thinking on it now.- [5/26/2015 6:20:59 PM] RUFIOH: 1'll get back to you on that. -starts rising to his feet.- 1 gotta get go1ng though. [5/26/2015 6:22:35 PM] TAVROS: -Smiles lopsidedly.- eRR, yOU DON'T HAVE TO, rEALLY, tHAT'S OK, -Hhh h he doesn't wanna be a hassle oh no.- bUT, gETTING BACK TO ME ON IT IS ALSO OKAY, TAVROS: i'LL SEE YOU AROUND THEN, uHM, gOOD LUCK WITH THE WHOLE,,, lESSONS THING, [5/26/2015 6:22:54 PM | Removed 6:23:24 PM] This message has been removed. [5/26/2015 6:24:15 PM] GRANDPA: *Boy does this ship have a good few places to explore as well as some interesting characters. He's going to check out the mess hall and grab himself a bit of grub (possibly literally!) after his long day of exploration/setting up in his room.* [5/26/2015 6:24:36 PM] RUFIOH: yeah, yeah seeya later... tav. d1rk! -claps both of them on the shoulders.- }:D [5/26/2015 6:25:01 PM] TAVROS: -Side eyes. What a suspicious looking gentleman. He hasn't seen that guy before.- [5/26/2015 6:25:03 PM] DIRK: -oh fuck oh fuck its grandpa- [5/26/2015 6:25:10 PM] DIRK: -hows my hair- [5/26/2015 6:26:09 PM] TAVROS: hEH, yEAH, sEE YOU LATER, -Waves at him, then side eyes to Dirk. Bruh. You ok???- [5/26/2015 6:26:19 PM] TAVROS: -Your hair is always perfect, what is happen.- [5/26/2015 6:31:00 PM] DIRK: -of course it is. how silly of him to doubt his hair- [5/26/2015 6:32:20 PM] GRANDPA: *Look at all these options! Man he's going to be here for a while just deciding and stroking his mustache in thought. Yes... he thinks he will have some grubloaf. He's just an older man nothing suspicious about him or the twenty weapons his has on his person* GRANDPA: *After collecting the foodstuffs he spots a familiar face and gives Dirk a wave* Young sir strider, how do you do old boy? *He's old he's young, he's both and a smile to the horned fellow beside him* [5/26/2015 6:37:44 PM] DIRK: -waves stupidly back at him. dirk, stop. contain yourself for two seconds.- I'm doing. Well. Doing well, I mean. DIRK: What about you? How've you been enjoying your stay on the UU thus far? [5/26/2015 6:38:22 PM] TAVROS: -He gives a bit of a smile back, nodding in greeting. Glances between the two of them. Hm.- [5/26/2015 6:42:40 PM] GRANDPA: Quite well, quite well! I've associated myself with the captain of this fine vessel and found my ways around here and there. GRANDPA: *Aha! Acknowledgement. He set down his tray and clapped his heels together before jutting a hand to the horned fellow for a proper introduction.* Jamison e. harley at your service. [5/26/2015 6:43:29 PM] DIRK: -unreal...- [5/26/2015 6:45:26 PM] TAVROS: -This guy sort of reminded him of the Grandpa from that Tarzan movie... He smiles though, and leans over to shake his hand.- tAVROS NITRAM, uHM, nO Es? -That was joke? He chuckles though, sitting back down.- nICE TO MEET YOU, TAVROS: -Looks between him and Dirk.- yOU TWO KNOW EACH OTHER? [5/26/2015 6:50:54 PM] DIRK: Yeah. We met the other day on the moon. [5/26/2015 6:53:18 PM] SQUAREWAVE: -this little robot finds it to be a very good time to approach this significant group of people.- YO YO YO!!! SQUAREAVE: LET'S GET THIS PLACE BOUNCIN WITH MAD RHYMES! [5/26/2015 6:53:49 PM] DIRK: -SQUARESON- [5/26/2015 6:54:11 PM] SQUAREWAVE: -man he's just so great at measuring the social temperature for things like this- [5/26/2015 6:54:22 PM] GRANDPA: *He gives Tavros a firm and manly handshake before laughing because he gets that joke! Then sits down and gestures to Dirk* GRANDPA: Indeed i met this fine young man- *cut off by bot* oh good heavens! Hello little fellow! *interesting in this robot* [5/26/2015 6:55:19 PM] DIRK: -sweats profusely. oh shit, grandpa is addressing his creation. he hopes he's likes square- [5/26/2015 6:55:23 PM] TAVROS: -Totally derails.- rHYMES??? -}:OOOO- [5/26/2015 6:56:43 PM] SQUAREWAVE: MAY BE ALL LITTLE AND SHIT JUST CUZ THAT'S THE WAY I ARE SQUAREWAVE: RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW I CAN OPEN UP A CAN OF WHOOPASS SQUAREWAVE: ALL VERBAL STYLEZ YO! [5/26/2015 6:57:44 PM] TAVROS: -Stares at this robot like where have you been all his life.- [5/26/2015 6:57:56 PM] TAVROS: -Small snicker to himself cuz he likes this bot.- [5/26/2015 7:01:37 PM] GRANDPA: Righto!! That's the spirit! *He is smiling, what a cute little robot and with a grand go-to attitude! Forgets his food's existence and turns to this robot** GRANDPA: Tell me, what verbal brand of "whoopass" do you tend to deliver? [5/26/2015 7:03:28 PM] SQUAREWAVE: -he vibrates at all this attention because WOW SO MUCH ATTENTION- ONLY THE MOST BANGIN OLD MAN [5/26/2015 7:04:43 PM] DARKLEER: -from the second level of the atrium, a huge mass of voided presence can be sensed. He is OBSERVING the cluster of people and one robot from above.- [5/26/2015 7:05:57 PM] TAVROS: -He has a bad feeling about this void prence sense thing.- TAVROS: -Looks over his shoulder briefly. ??????- TAVROS: -Looks back at bot again.-- [5/26/2015 7:07:11 PM] GRANDPA: Verbal banging? *stache stroke in thought* That sounds rather peculiar chap, would you care to give me a demonstration of your oral booms? [5/26/2015 7:07:53 PM] DIRK: -good lord. wasn't he supposed to be returning to the room to build something?? he seems to have forgotten- [5/26/2015 7:09:27 PM] TAVROS: -Perking.- oH, yEAH, tHAT IS DEFINITELY A THING YOU SHOULD DO, dEMONSTRATING THE ORAL, [5/26/2015 7:09:42 PM] TAVROS: tHE ORAL BOOM THINGS, [5/26/2015 7:11:33 PM] DIRK: -fuck- [5/26/2015 7:12:58 PM] SQUAREWAVE: AW HELL YEAH  TIME TO GET SWEPT! SQUAREWAVE: PREPARE YOURSELVES FOR ORAL! SQUAREWAVE: OPEN UP YOUR JAWS CUZ HERE I COME SQUAREWAVE: YO HO HO AND A BOTTLE O RUM SQUAREWAVE: FLAVOR CALLED SMACKDOWN STRAIGHT TO THE TUM SQUAREWAVE: BET YOU CAN'T KEEP UP WITH THE PACE OF YOUR ROBOTIC CHUM SQUAREWAVE: WORD! [5/26/2015 7:14:01 PM] DARKLEER: -what a poor composition and such 100d content. Darkleer rates Square's rap a solid 1 out of 10.- [5/26/2015 7:14:39 PM] DIRK: -hey, thats his robot son you're talking about- [5/26/2015 7:14:51 PM] DARKLEER: -raise better sons, like I do.- [5/26/2015 7:15:20 PM] DIRK: -HE'S TRYING- [5/26/2015 7:18:51 PM] HORUSS: -Is a better son??????? 8=D- [5/26/2015 7:19:13 PM] GRANDPA: *claps once, and it's loud and kinda echo-y* Haw! I see, that was a solid lyric chum! *He has a robotic chum!!* GRANDPA: I'm to understand that your primary function is that relating to rhymes and the deliverance of such. Tell me, would you happen to know the status of the hardware that makes up for your independent intelligence and comprehension programming? GRANDPA: Your reception and response is rather impressive in how it's related to your body language! [5/26/2015 7:19:16 PM] DARKLEER: -you are flawless, yes.- [5/26/2015 7:21:22 PM] SQUAREWAVE: -he has no fuckin idea so he just vibrates in response- [5/26/2015 7:21:27 PM] DIRK: -oh shit oh fuck. he clears his throat- [5/26/2015 7:21:29 PM] HORUSS: -8='D~~- [5/26/2015 7:21:32 PM | Edited 7:21:38 PM] SQUAREWAVE: -aggressive vibrating- [5/26/2015 7:21:42 PM] SQUAREWAVE: DOGG [5/26/2015 7:21:47 PM] DIRK: Well, I made him, so... [5/26/2015 7:23:42 PM] GRANDPA: *Looks at all that vibrating. Oh, he must not be aware of it then. Though wne Dirk speaks up he turns partway to him* GRANDPA: Is that right? He is finely crafted! [5/26/2015 7:24:18 PM] SQUAREWAVE: DAMN STRAIGHT I JUST WON SQUAREWAVE: -DID YOU SEE ME DAD HE DIDNT RAP BACK AT ME THAT'S AN INSTANT WIN- [5/26/2015 7:26:26 PM] DIRK: -good job, robot son.- Thanks. That means a lot coming from you. -dokis a little- I'm a big fan of your work, actually. Looked into some of your robotics first hand. Like, Bec's programming? So fuckin' complex. I'm still trying to figure out how he works. [5/26/2015 7:27:02 PM] SQUAREWAVE: -plays ALL I DO IS WIN LOUDLY- [5/26/2015 7:30:13 PM] TAVROS: -Just so starstruck by this INCREDIBLE MACHINE that he zoned out. Just sitting here with star eyes and watching the vibrating and rhyming robot. That's so great,,,- [5/26/2015 7:41:47 PM] GRANDPA: I'm glad that you have an appreciation for robotics as well as my work! If you'd like i wouldn't mind showing you a thing or two. GRANDPA: In my time gone i must have run my makeshift lab ragged! *Now he can continue his inventing and not have to keep so hush hush about the EXCITING things he's made* GRANDPA: I did note there was a laboratory on board as well, i'll be speaking with the captain soon to see if i could get myself a bit of access in there. [5/26/2015 7:42:23 PM] SQUAREWAVE: -EVERYTIME I STEP UP IN THE BUILDIN EVERYBODYS HANDS GO UPPPP AND THEY STAY THERE- [5/26/2015 7:43:24 PM] TAVROS: -Snaps out of the star eyes.- oH, uHM, tHE LAB? TAVROS: tHAT WOULD BE, mORE OR LESS, mY DIVISION, uH, mOSTLY MORE ACTUALLY, [5/26/2015 7:44:27 PM] SQUAREWAVE: D-STRIZZLE LOVES LOOKIN AT HORSES [5/26/2015 7:44:44 PM] SQUAREWAVE: BRO WHY YOU GOTTA LOOK AT HORSES SO MUCH SQUAREWAVE: EQUINE AS SHIT [5/26/2015 7:45:13 PM] TAVROS: -War flashbacks to the stuffed tech lab horses.- [5/26/2015 7:45:24 PM] TAVROS: -Thousand yard stare.- [5/26/2015 7:49:17 PM] GRANDPA: *Turns to Tavros now* Oh! That's right! I seemed to have picked a fine time to dine. GRANDPA: Would you mind of i occupied a small corner for some of my more sensitive materials that need be unpacked? [5/26/2015 7:52:50 PM] TAVROS: -So many stuffed horses...... Shudder.- TAVROS: -Snaps out of it.- oH, uH, nOOO, i WOULDN'T MIND USUALLY, eRR, tHAT IS TO SAY i DON'T MIND NOW EITHER, bUT THERE IS A POSSIBILITY THAT YOU MIGHT? TAVROS: bECAUSE CURRENTLY THE LAB IS KIND OF REARRANGED, dUE TO SOME TESTS THAT ARE GOING TO GO DOWN, bUT IF YOU UH, dON'T REALLY MIND THE CLUTTER, aND ALSO THE HOUNDS THERE, tHEN NO, iT SHOULD BE FINE, [5/26/2015 7:57:48 PM] GRANDPA: Hounds???? * :O, tell him more about these hounds* [5/26/2015 8:00:31 PM] TAVROS: -Nods.- uH, yEAH, hOUNDS, TAVROS: i'VE BEEN TASKED TO MAKE SOMETHING TO HELP OUT WITH SECURITY, sO i MADE A FEW DIFFERENT TYPES OF HOUNDS, bUT BEFORE THEY CAN BE HANDED OUT TO STAFF, i NEED TO CHECK IF THEY ARE MANAGABLE, iN MORE DIRE SITUATIONS, TAVROS: uHH, i THINK MAYBE THERE ARE FLYERS ABOUT IT, sTILL, sOMEWHERE,,, -Mumbles, unsure since most of them were all doodled on.- [5/26/2015 8:25:14 PM] GRANDPA: Dire situations eh... *Thinks* GRANDPA: Did you need a test run of them? *He has guns, he knows how to bring the ruckus, he can help* [5/26/2015 8:29:43 PM] TAVROS: -Nods.- yEAH, i'M GOING TO DO THAT, aS SOON AS POSSIBLE, wHEN i HAVE ROUNDED UP ALL THE VOLUNTEERS FOR IT, TAVROS: -Pause.- uHH, wERE YOU MAYBE THINKING OF OFFERING TO DO SO? -}:O-

[taskforcetumut]

ATRIUM SECURITY RECORDING 0109

MINDFANG: -This wasn't her idea to be honest. However medical staff had insisted that she start moving around again, just to be sure that everything in her body was working propperly. Arrisa wasn't interested at all, however, when a doctor insists and nicely states they are going to stop bringing food if she didn't get out of bed, then Arrisa didn't have much choice then to take an obnoxious stroll to the atrium. Being higher on the spectrum meant she had an easier time healing her injuries, but her wounded pride was far from okay, and this walk of shame was only furthering her bitterness. Her shirt's left sleeve hung un-naturally loosely below her left shoulder, and her hair was messy, but at least it was hiding the eyepatch that covered her ruin eye. God she hated everything in existense right now.- [3/7/2015 9:55:15 PM] VRISKA: -OH MY GOD IT'S MINDFANG. Vriska also happens to be in the atrium, and she's completely overwhelmed by her idol standing RIGHT THERE. Wow, she looks awful. She tries to muster up confidence to go talk to her, and enough is gathered for her to head over.- Hey, Mindfang! Anything I can help you out with???????? [3/7/2015 9:57:57 PM] MINDFANG: -Oh god who was saying her name. She was going to punch- Oh. She. Didn't exactly know this person (At least not in person anyways)- . . . . . . . . No. -After a decent minute of grumpy staring and observing, that was all she said. Don't take it personally Vriska. Look she isn't leaving, so thats a good sign!- [3/7/2015 10:13:21 PM] VRISKA: -She's just smiling at her. How to impress Mindfang? HOW TO IMPRESS MINDFANG? She recognizes her missing arm and immediately pulls her sleeve up, revealing her realistic but prosthetic arm.- I'm missing an arm, too! [3/7/2015 10:16:52 PM] MINDFANG: -And now she is glaring. Her fist bunches up at her side extremely tightly. Too soon. Too soon.- How. Interest8ng. -She hissed through gritted teeth, looking like she was about to pop a blood vessle.- [3/7/2015 10:23:03 PM] VRISKA: -WOW that is not a good look. She just kind of lowers her arm.- 8ut that's not relevant. It gets 8etter and less sucky, though. Just so you know. For future reference. [3/7/2015 10:32:43 PM] MINDFANG: And just so you know---! -Mindfang was mid snip, about to tear into this girl, but part way through she was entirely out of energy. This whole missing limb thing was really draining. And embaressing. And just extremely upsetting. . . But hey, this girl was trying to make her feel better? Somewhat anyways.- . . . .Thank you. -She let out a deep sigh, her shoulders slouching a bit, and she stuck her hand in her pocket to give it something to do.- What did you say your name was? -This girl hadn't given a name, but it was one way to ask.- [3/7/2015 10:48:39 PM] VRISKA: -She almost thinks Mindfang's gonna yell at her, but she doesn't. She's relieved when Mindfang thanks her, and she's HONORED to receive such MEANINGFUL WORDS from this amazing woman.- Oh, I'm........Vriska. [3/7/2015 10:51:31 PM] Mindfang: -Vriska. . .Vriiiiiiiiska. She mulls the name over in her head a few times. It was certainly familiar from somewhere-- - Oh. I remem8er you. -Her tone sounded so void of the emotion she would normaly put behind her words.- We spoke over messenger once or twice. You are friends- or rather "Not friends" with Feferi, the Empress-to-8e. [3/8/2015 1:00:59 AM] VRISKA: ........Yeah, no, we're friends. We can just forget a8out that whole thing 8ack then! [3/8/2015 1:03:03 AM] MINDFANG: You may choose to. I on the other hand, will remem8er it as our first convers8tion. [3/8/2015 2:14:54 AM] VRISKA: -she scratches the back of her head- Yeah, I figured. 8ut that's ok! -IT'S ONLY OK IF MINDFANG SAYS ITS OK- [3/8/2015 2:16:03 AM] MINDFANG: -Further staring.- Hmn. . . . . . . . [3/8/2015 3:01:54 AM] VRISKA: -GRINNING- [3/8/2015 3:06:23 AM] MINDFANG: -This girl. . .was too happy she decided. Too quick to toss her own opinions out the door for someone else. Not something very admirable.- Is there something else you wanted from me? [3/8/2015 3:11:49 AM] VRISKA: -She shakes her head.- No, nothing at all! I guess I'll just 8e going now. 8ut it was, you know, nice to meet you in person or whatever! [3/8/2015 3:22:29 AM] MINDFANG: -She just slowly nodded. This was a strange experience to her. And they hadn't exactly started off on the best foot either.- The encounter was. . . . . . . . more or less mutual. [3/8/2015 3:23:46 AM] VRISKA: -Mutual, yeah! She kind of just spins around on her heels and leaves like that, mentally beating herself up for not impressing her more.- [3/8/2015 3:26:04 AM] MINDFANG: -She wants to lay back down. Fuck the doctor she is going back to the infirmery and staying there forever.- DIRK: -he is... walking?? through the atrium. he's not hoverboarding or anything to that effect he is just walking around like a normal person. amazing.- [3/8/2015 2:54:49 PM] SAWTOOTH: *Do you know who else walks around like a normal person? Someone that hasn't punched in a session to get whooped verbally and/or physically. There's a sudden bot appearing and staring him down.* [3/8/2015 2:56:06 PM] SQUAREWAVE: -Not far behind is none other than Squarewave, because the mun saw an opportunity and she motherfucking took it.- [3/8/2015 2:56:37 PM] SAWTOOTH: *chill af nod to the lil bot* [3/8/2015 2:56:56 PM] DIRK: -OH SHIT- [3/8/2015 2:57:23 PM] DIRK: -nod at sawtooth, nod at squarewave- [3/8/2015 2:58:33 PM] SQUAREWAVE: -He bounces excitedly, ruining the silence of the moment.- LOOKS LIKE A PRIME TIME FOR AN OLD FASHIONED BEATDOWN!!!! OF VERBIAGE!!!! [3/8/2015 3:03:26 PM] SAWTOOTH: *Square's that excitable dude among nodding cool dudes* Word. *then looks to Dirk, scanning him briefly* Last logged beatdown too long ago DS. *But what for fighting? Rapping? Both. Probably.* [3/8/2015 3:05:44 PM] SQUAREWAVE: YEAH, DOGG!!! THAT MEANS YOU ABOUT TO GET BEAT! AW, YEAH!!! [3/8/2015 3:07:52 PM] DIRK: Yeah, I'd say I'm overdue. Here's hoping neither of us have rusted since our last encounter. -where the heck is dirk's hype man though?? not that he NEEDS one or anything...- [3/8/2015 3:17:37 PM] SAWTOOTH: *This is what happens when you roll alone with no squad Dirk, though he points to Square to DROP THE BEAT //STRIFE//* SAWTOOTH: *Not just the bot laying out sick rhymes but he's also closing that distance to swing a right at Dirk* SAWTOOTH:  I don't rust son, no need of that daily maintenance. You fucked up, so suck up the sad pulp of consequence. Hidin' away the day, you pray, then here's the deliverance. Sos say I the preacher, speaker,  giver of your  penance. SAWTOOTH: Sad, outta shape saggy mopin' ass passed by fast to duck out, not get decked out by what's waiting in that mast-er's gym. Swing by Di, get yourself a work in, next time we roll then it'll be your pride that's just hurtin'. [3/8/2015 3:19:19 PM] SQUAREWAVE: -He's definitely busting out the beats here, hopping up and down to the rhythm. It's an HONOR to witness such a beat down between his robo counterpart and his creator. WOW.- [3/8/2015 3:35:26 PM] DIRK: -mother fUCK. while he can definitely keep up with the fighting, blocking that swing with a forearm and stepping in to jab with his other fist, sawtooth is not one to be fucked with when it came to rhyming. this is what happens when you create a perfect rapping software that far surpasses your own capabilities, dogg- DIRK: Joke's on you, cuz I'm as spry as ever. Lyrical genius doesn't tarnish, it don't weather. Keep my mind and body in tip top condition, ready to strike without intermission. DIRK: DS don't fuck around, ain't got time to entertain, when rappin' is all you've got goin' on in your mainframe. I'm a busy motherfucker. You think we're doing business? To me, this just a game. [3/8/2015 3:36:16 PM] SQUAREWAVE: OH SHIT!!!! [3/8/2015 3:39:15 PM] UNCLE BRO: -Observes from the shadows- [3/8/2015 3:50:55 PM] SAWTOOTH: *The bot blocks with the hard padding on those claw hands, measures the force behind the punch and records it.* SAWTOOTH: My primary function is wreckin' in both categories. Pardon y'alls sensitivies if it's about to get gorey. Complexities of my programing hype hard on my rappin' prowess, I'm hella adaptable. Rocket powered, unsnappable, oxymoron's all that fallable, game son? Crap and Bull. SAWTOOTH: Your mind can comprehend it, kid's smart but apprehended himself when it came to my bidness. Entertainer here's my ticket I'm ready for the show to start, been in this shit ten minutes but you not playin' the part. There the crickets, yawnin' hard ready to hop up out before the story his hits the arch. He got that claim for show business, but ain't got the mouth or heart. *What he does have though? A robo claw coming for the palm smash into his chest.* [3/8/2015 3:52:20 PM] SQUAREWAVE: HOT DIGGITY DOGG!!! [3/8/2015 4:11:42 PM] DIRK: -DOOF he takes that hit, stumbling back hard and keeling over, but he's staying on his feet. gotta keep cool, dirk. this boy is especially stubborn lately, so he's not about to forefeit despite being so CLEARLY OUTMATCHED. he looks back up to sawtooth, straightening up and giving him a shaky thumbs DOWN- DIRK: I ain't so prideful that I can't take criticism. Read your reviews, dealt with that pessimism. But lemmie tell you, with matters of the heart? Got the shit on lock, down to an art. Not sure how a robot thinks he's got the authority, somehow knows more than me. Can't keep me down, like my japanese anime. The power of heart got me prepped to fucking slay. DIRK: -he's going in for a flashstep to flank sawtooth and give him a leg sweep, prepared to catch him, grab him, and pin him to the ground if the sweep is a success- [3/8/2015 4:28:52 PM] SAWTOOTH: *The bot watches him give that thumbs down and falls back into offensive position eight. When Dirk flashes forward the speed is registered, recorded, and acted on. The sweep does not happen, rather the bot jumps and goes for the roundhouse to the lower side. Exerting enough force to roll Dirk back where he was should it land* SAWTOOTH: Stick to slayin' sittin ducks outta season, that protein you're trying to give me is bland and underseasoned. Meat, gamey gamy, stringy strands fallin' apart in the breeze-and. No, not from being a tender bit , more like it got put in the same blender mix that broke out your flow. Broke as hell, all time low, in the red this ain't no pay-as-you-go, it's undo the dues or get dropped. Fo sho. SAWTOOTH: Bot's got none authority on matters of the heart, thankfully made outta metal, wires, chips, and other parts. But observation DS, that's not needed even for the non-organics. Call your human mechanic, and tell 'em that you got sent into a manic panic. Break out the beds, and the stretcher, oh and I forgot to mention. *He takes out a nurse's cap and puts it on his head* I'll see you this afternoon at 8 o'clock. Tell Ms. P I stuck you in detention. [3/8/2015 4:30:55 PM] DIRK: -WASTED- [3/8/2015 4:32:09 PM] DIRK: -the roundhouse kick + sick burn combo has dirk put rightfully back into his place on the floor, staring up at the ceiling- [3/8/2015 4:32:12 PM] DIRK: Fuck. [3/8/2015 4:34:06 PM] SAWTOOTH: *walks over and hands him a print out of his punching power as well as his speed and whether or not it's increased since last time* [3/8/2015 4:34:23 PM] SAWTOOTH: *Thumbs up, you good Dirk? Needing assistance?* [3/8/2015 4:35:53 PM] DIRK: -takes the paper and reads it carefully. speed isn't looking so hot, but he seems to be packing more of a punch. interesting developments. he looks back to sawtooth and returns the thumbs up- It's all good. [3/8/2015 4:36:51 PM] SAWTOOTH: *nods and starts to walk off but not before giving Squarewave a fistbump in passing. Good beats lil bot* [3/8/2015 4:40:11 PM] DIRK: -glances around, hoping nobody else witnessed that ASS KICKING but if they did he'd play it off like he's no sore loser- [3/8/2015 4:40:56 PM] UNCLE BRO: -Flashsteps away in disappointment- [3/8/2015 4:41:05 PM] DIRK: -NO- [3/8/2015 4:41:18 PM] DIRK: -HE CAN EXPLAIN- [3/8/2015 4:41:28 PM] UNCLE BRO: -DISGRACE- [3/8/2015 4:47:51 PM] SQUAREWAVE: -FISTBUMP for the big bot and he goes over to Dirk, makin sure THAT GUY'S OK-

[yeah-dogg]

-- yeahDogg [YD] began pestering sapientialTachyphrasic [ST] at 16:05 --

YD: YO YO YO!!!

ST: Sup lil bot.

YD: S-TOOZLE I WAS ALL THINKING IN YOUR GENERAL DIRECTION

YD: AND I WAS ALL GOTTA HIT UP THAT GUY CUZ HE'S THE SHIT

ST: Then let's lay some lines.

ST: You found any good competitors to sate the primary function with?

YD: YEAH DOGG!!! LINES ABOUT TO GET LAID.

YD: NAH I'VE BEEN BITIN THE BIT IF WE'RE GETTIN ALL EQUINE ON THIS SHIT

YD: SEE LOOK AT THAT

YD: I'M ALREADY RHYMIN WITHOUT EVEN PUTTIN FORTH ANY KINDA SEMBLANCE OF EFFORT YO.

YD: AND THAT'S FUCKED UP DOGG

ST: That's irony Square. Di gave you that upgrade yet?

YD: ONE TIME HE FIXED SOME SHIT WHEN I WENT OFF THE HANDLE AND GOT ALL LIQUIDATED BUT NOT IN THE RADICAL FINANCE WAY

ST: Being predictably suseptible to liquids is some fresh bullshit.

YD: YEAH SEE YOU GOT THESE FACTS ON LOCK

YD: IT'S MAD INCONVENIENT

ST: Maybe ask him for that spit game upgrade and a better sealed exterior.

YD: YEAH I GOTTA DO THAT

YD: MAN I GET SO EASILY DISTRACTED WITH ALL THESE FUCKIN EVENTS AND FURNITURE THAT'S ALL REFLECTIN OF LIVIN BEINGS

ST: A day not trapped by some random-ass piece of decor would be a boring one.

YD: YEAH DOGG!!! YOU GOT THE WHOLE CASE OF THE GLASS HALF FULL MINDSET

YD: I DIG IT

ST: Gotta keep that head up.

ST: Got enough stress in the place.

YD: WHAT YOU BEEN OCCUPYIN YOUR FRANKLY AWESOME STATE OF BEIN WITH???????

ST: Helpin' Ms. P out mostly. Sparring the other portion of time.

YD: YOU USIN ALL YOUR MEDICAL FUNCTIONS IN THIS HIZZY?

ST: Hell yeah.

ST: If I kick someone's ass too hard I can pop it back into place.

YD: THAT'S THE WAY TO GO ABOUT IT

YD: YOUR BEAT UP SKILLS ARE STRAIGHT UP SLAMMIN

ST: I try to serve my primary functions with the upmost baller performances.

YD: THAT'S CUZ YOU'RE ALWAYS STYLIN

ST: We could get you a black cloak I'm sure.

ST: Could add that to the list of shit Di needs to hook you up with.

YD: AW SHIT NOW IT'S GETTIN REAL

YD: I'D KICK ASS ON APPAREL ALONE!!!

ST: They wouldn't even step to you with any foolishness.

YD: DAMN STRAIGHT! MY RAPPIN SKILLS WOULD BE THE SHIT.

YD: BE SCORIN WINS IN BATTLES LIKE A MOFO

ST: Like a mofo indeed Square. Good thing you got someone in medical.

ST: Just send them my way after the get scorched and I'll fix 'em up.

ST: (( they

YD: AW YEAH! CAN'T LEAVE ANYONE TOO BRUTALLY

YD: BUGGIN

YD: WHEN THEY ALL FUCKED UP AND SHIT ITS KIND OF A BUZZKILL

YD: CUZ THEY CAN'T SPIT SICK RHYMES

ST: Generally at that point they're doing more buzzing than spitting but I got you.

YD: AW YEAH YOU KNOW IT

YD: I'M SURE AS FUCK GONNA GET THERE ONE DAY

YD: BLOW EVERYONE'S MINDS OUT!

ST: I know you will lil bot. Keep a mop in my cloak for when that day comes.

ST: Gotta stay mad prepared.

YD: THAT CLOAK'S NOT GONNA KNOW WHAT HIT HIM WHEN HE GETS MOVED TO MY RHOMBUS SHAPED AND SLIGHTLY DISPROPORTIONATE SHOULDERS

ST: One day the mop is there then gone.

ST: Splitting up that long-lived brotherhood.

ST: Cold as ice.

YD: WHAT'S COOLER THAN BEIN COOL?????????

ST: Your spit game, as we established.

-- yeahDogg [YD] is now an idle chum! --

YD: S-TOOZLE YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE THAT SAYS THAT KINDA SHIT BUT YOU AIN'T PROGRAMMED TO LIE SO I TAKE IT AS NO TRUER WORD

ST: Lies are for fools Square. Charge on that.

YD: I CHARGE ON ELECTRICITY AND THAT TRUTH ALONE DOGG!!!

ST: Word.

YD: I THINK I'M GONNA GET ALL UP IN DI-STRI'S FACE NOW AND DEMAND SOME MATHEMATICAL IMPROVEMENTS

ST: Alright Square. I'll catch you later.

YD: LATER DOGG!!!

-- sapientialTachyphrasic [ST] ceased pestering yeahDogg [YD] at 18:51 --

[yeah-dogg]

YD: -squarewave's having trouble getting into dirk's room. he's repeatedly running into the door because he can't reach the handle-

TT: ... *he quickly pieces together what's going on and calls in a nurse to open up the door for squarewave, as much as it pains him to do so. getting someone to open doors for you is so undignified...*

YD: -and he walks right in after trying to start a rap battle with the nurse.- YO D-STRIZZLE!!!!!

YD: I WAS ALL LOOKIN' AT THE TIME AND I THOUGHT THAT IT'S TIME FOR AN OLD SCHOOL THROWDOWN!

YD: TAKIN' ALL UP OF THE ADVANTAGE IN THIS G!

YD: TOOK ME MAD FOREVER TO FIND YOU, DOGG!!!!

TT: *squarewave, you beautiful robot child. he's so happy to hear these words*

TT: I'm a pretty elusive motherfucker, to be sure.

TT: *pauses*

TT: But just cuz you in the infirmary, don't mean you got the cure

TT: To the sickness you got, and it ain't sick rhymes.

TT: But that streak of losses that come time after time.

YD: -Squarewave is a happy robot right now because DIRK'S ALREADY THROWIN DOWN AT HIM-

YD: -he bobs a little because this is his JAM-

YD: TURNS OUT I SPECIALIZE IN STREAKS AS LONG AS IT'S A SICK ONE

YD: I'M A PROFESSIONAL IN RAPOLOGY - THE DEPARTMENT I WON

YD: THROUGH VACCINATING PLENTY FOR THE ILLNESS OF SICK BURNS

YD: TURNS OUT I IMPLANTED THE DISEASE HOW THE TABLE TURNS

YD: DIAGNOSIS LOSER SORRY THEM'S THE BREAKS!!!

YD: CUZ I CAN SPEW A TON MORE SHIT NO MATTER HOW LONG IT TAKES!!!!!!

YD: WORD!

TT: *snorts*

TT: You talk about breaks, you better give me one.

TT: Gotta burst your bubble, ruin all the fun.

TT: Your certification ain't what it's cracked up to be.

TT: Professional? Maybe. But I got a phD.

TT: A doctor of rap and here's my diagonsis:

TT: You got a severe case of baseless apotheosis.

YD: -aw man this is GETTIN GOOD-

YD: BRO YOU MUST BE BUGGIN' CUZ MY RHYMES ARE THE BOMB

YD: MAYBE LACKIN' BLING BUT IT'S SUBTLE LIKE A SONG

YD: BACKGROUND SUPERMARKET SOUP SHOPPIN' BUYIN' FAME BY THE OUNCE

YD: CLEAN UP ON AISLE SQUAREWAVE BECAUSE YOU CASHIN A CHECK THATS GONNA BOUNCE!

YD: WORD!

TT: While you're cleaning up spills, I'll still savin' lives.

TT: Forget already? Doctors don't pay in nickles and dimes.

TT: Your fame is a game and boy, are you playin'.

TT: Only thing bouncin' is you after this slayin'.

YD: DAAAAAMN!

YD: WHY YOU GOTTA BE SO GOOD AND SHIT?

YD: -slumps slightly-

TT: Don't look so down. You always put up a good fight.

YD: BUT WHEN'S IT GONNA BE GOOD ENOUGH???

TT: *d-don't make him feel guilty...* You'll get there.

YD: IF YOU SAY SO, D-STRIZZLE!

YD: WHY YOU ALL UP IN THIS BED?

TT: *points to his neck brace* I got beat up, bro. Wrecked by some dick who invaded the ship.

YD: THAT SHIT'S WACK! I'LL TAKE THEM DOWN!

TT: I appreciate that, but not to worry. They've already been dealt with.

YD: OH.

YD: I'LL TAKE THEM DOWN WHILE THEY'RE IN THE GRAVE!

TT: There you go.

YD: THEY WON'T KNOW WHAT HIT 'EM!!!

TT: They absolutely won't. Because they're dead. *smirks a bit at the goofy little bot*

YD: FUCK YEAH, BRO!

YD: WHEN ARE YOU GONNA BE ALL UP ON YOUR FEET AGAIN?

TT: Before you know it. Promise. *waves a hand dismissively. at least with squarewave, he shouldn't hassle him too much...*

YD: MAN I CAN ONLY IMAGINE HOW MANY HORSES ARE GETTIN PEEPED ON RIGHT NOW!

TT: Haha, what?

YD: BY YOU!

YD: I'LL GET YOUR COPIES OF HORSE FANCY.

YD: -he starts headin off-

TT: Ah, right. Thanks lil man.

YD: NO PROB D-STRIZZLE! YOU GONNA BE BACK TO MAKIN' MORE ROBOTS IN NO TIME!

YD: PEACE!

TT: *smiles a little while he isn't looking* See ya.

YD: -And he out-