voice

[liprings]

Okay, so, two things.

One, anyone know how to reattach an arm? Like... fuck, I dunno, I guess you could just sew that shit back on. Or like... heal it on? Anyone got any magic wand-waving bullshit for that? Or science it back on, I guess, since holy fuck this is the moon, and all. Hey, are we over that part yet? Cuz I'm pretty fucking jaded. Turns out they weren't kidding when they said that thing about no one hearing you scream in space! They can't hear you bitch in space, either. It blows serious donkey balls out there, once you get your ass over the moonwalking part.

Oh, right, thing two. Anyone seen a decapitated head anywhere? Blond hair, rotted out eyes, answers to Luke? You just lemme know if you seen that little scamp, 'kay? He ran off somewhere, can't turn my back for a goddamn second on that fucker.

[ feel free to have spied Jan's missing head-trophy anywhere around the moon base :') it got shrunken and preserved somewhere along the line, and could pretty much have been left anywhere. ]

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voice;

[heroxide]

...Maybe you oughtta keep your pet in one of those little cat carriers. Keep it from running away again when you find it, you know.

And I'm sure you'll be fine without an arm.

[liprings]

Naw, Luke doesn't like to feel confined. Tight spaces, y'know.

And why the fuck does everyone keep telling me that? I need that shit! That's my jerking hand, it just doesn't feel right with the other hand.

[heroxide]

You call your severed head Luke? [He pauses and shrugs.] And if it doesn't feel right, think of it as it feeling like someone else is doing it.

[Says it all cheerfully.]

[liprings]

Fuck yeah I do. And I tried that, it's just not as fuckin' magical as it used to be.

[heroxide]

[Raising an eyebrow.]

...You'll survive. You survived losing the arm, yeah? I'm sure you'll eventually find someone to help you regrow it and all that.

[liprings]

Yeah, probably, but I'm not gonna be fuckin' happy about surviving. If there's a world without wanking, I want no goddamn part of it.

[heroxide]

I still say you're being too finicky about which hand it is.

[Shakes his head firmly.] How'd you get yourself armless in the first place?

[liprings]

Oh, y'know. Plant zombie monster.

[heroxide]

[He nods.] Figures.

You do anything to make it antsy, or did it just come after you on its own?