014 ♐ Text: Get e%tremely flustered over something trivial.

[musclebeast]

D --> I will not stand for this any longer
D --> Stand for f001ishness upon one hundred thousand prior, equally unsolicited f001ishnesses
D --> No, my keyboard does not need to be fi%ed
D --> Yes, I choose to type in this fashion, gosh darnit
D --> I canter e%actly understand why that concept is so e%tremely difficolt for you all to cram into your ossified mind compartments but perhaps it's because most of you revolting juveniles can barely use your diaperstubs let alone properly make use of your communication devices
D --> I am a troll, and like my fellow Alternians, I use a te%t quirk to properly e%press my individuality and perhaps e%emplify my bucking interests in a visual fashion
D --> I am coltsiderably perple%ed and quite frankly, ine%cusably teed off by this continuing damper on my forced thralldom here
D --> So stop asking or for fiddlesticking sakes ask me here and now and discontinue this e%cessively annoying line of questioning in the future

Comments

[biwinning]

Are you sure you meant dethpicable?

1/2

[musclebeast]

2/2

[musclebeast]

Yes I'm sure, I'm very sure.

[biwinning]

Well that'th a shame. Maybe we could have gone thomewhere with delectable, but dethpicable, that's not going anywhere.

[musclebeast]

...Gone somewhere with- delectable?

[biwinning]

Yeah. Like, done thomething. Gone further than jutht yelling. But, whatever, that'th clearly not what you meant to have happen.

1/2

[musclebeast]

No, of course that's not what I mean't, that would be completely perserve- extremely contemptuous, captiously daring!

2/2

[musclebeast]

[biwinning]

Really. Yeah, I'm sure it'd be all those things, and I mean, I haven't pailed in weeks either, so I'm sure it'd be extra perverse. But yeah, sure glad that's not what you meant at all. In fact, maybe I should be going. Since there's nothing else happening here.

[musclebeast]

...Don't.

[biwinning]

Don't what.

[He's gonna make you say it.]

[musclebeast]

[Oh ...fiddlesticks.]

-Don't leave...

[biwinning]

...What's the magic word.

[musclebeast]

[Grits his teeth.]

[biwinning]

Nothing?

Okay, yeah. Bye.

[musclebeast]

I command you to stay where you are!

[biwinning]

Not gonna work. You know how I said I don't give a shit about that sort of thing?

[And mooooving away from the center of the room, towards the open doorframe...]

[musclebeast]

[Frown.]

Please...

[biwinning]

...

[Slowly, he turns.]

I couldn't hear that from over here.

[musclebeast]

[Glares.]

[Looks down, curling some hair behind an ear.]

Please do not leave.

[biwinning]

...

[Cute.]

Alright. I'll stay.

[musclebeast]

[A hint of a smile, though he does well to hide it.]

Yes, you will.

[biwinning]

Yeth. Because I want to.

[He replies, as he heads back into the warehouse to take a seat on a nearby table.]