[And he's not alone. Ninja number two or three is like a ghost. With bright fucking orange wings but hey. He's been stuck with Rose for nearly a year before being on a ship with the berts. Though unlike Dave no offense he's tempted to talk to Dirk about this.
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Not blowing his twin dorkus's cover he steps out into the open.] Hey, dude. Wait up a sec.
Not yet. We haven't completed the rites of passage that transforms us from brobuds to the specific "thing" that you're talking about. The circumstances for which I'd prepared to make some sort of formal romantic overture toward him have deviated drastically from the original model, And it's pertinent to run these calculations again with new variables. It shouldn't affect you or Davesprite much because I don't expect us to start brobunking anytime soon.
so what youre saying is that youre totes cool with us just huddling in the corner while you two complete the rite of passage that leads to you guys being a thing but more importantly youre saying that we brobunk
[ At this point, they've likely already sorted out that Dirk and Auto-Responder are aboard the Tranquility.
Anyway, Auto-Responder has intercepted this text to Dirk and will produce a log transcript of this conversation for Dirk's perusal once it's completed. ]
Here I am, your bestest bro, Fresh out of mid-ablution to answer the big, blinding brosignal in the sky. Where's this urgent threat that'll bring about our demise?
Alright man let me lay it on you as it is. I have some unfinished business to square away with you so i will put my freak out aside to segway ourselves into *another* conversation that has nothing to do with the fact that this place is haunted with ghastly dark omens and unfortunate mishaps that is, in short, resulting in a minor panic attack here.
For starters you are to never threaten my mammary glands like that ever again!! Jeeze louise i felt mortified! Have you no decency at all?????? I also request you keep in your familiar vermilion font when responding to me ESPECIALLY.
It seems you're casting aside the guise of crafty disingenuousness and revealing all your nude vulnerabilities in earnest. There's a record-breaking, space-soaring high chance you desire that I discard my clothing as well. But I've already come as nakedly as possible to your rescue, And here you are, discussing the life or death circumstances surrounding your man nips. Who's the one being indecent now? It seems I mistook you for a dapper young gentleman when you're rather the feisty little tiger. Rawrrrr.
"It seems"!!! "IT SEEMS"!!! Fucking hell its so blatantly obvious youre nothing but a friggen robotic hunk of shit!!!
Oh har har har go on more mister auto responder with all your record breaking percentage horse shit. What other information can you pull out of your asshole?!?!?! Actually dont answer that i dont need to know anymore of your damn malarkey that probably isnt even accurate.
Shut up, man. I was going to say how absolutely bully it is to be talking to you once again but if youre going to be giving me a hard time i hold back what i was going to say.
In any case i suppose since the douchebag himself isnt going to be talking to me i might as well exchange words with you unless youre going to be unhelpful. Im already a bit panicked right now so i would much appreciate it if youd not get me flustered by your vulgar speaking.
Apparently this ship is haunted and several people have died. Theyve been here for months and months and nobody has successfully gotten face to face with our captors. As exciting and enthralling as a horror sci-fi adventure may seem, i cannot help but feel a little nervous and unsettled.
Especially within my stomach.
All im asking is perhaps a few comforting words so i dont upchuck on everything.. unless youre incapable of that.
Hey, bro. [ Dave rolls in bed until he faces the general area wherein Dirk is messing with one of his many projects. ] Got some work for you. Wanna check it out?
DIRK I HAVE A CRISIS I ACCIDENTALLY ASKED A GIRL OUT I DONT KNOW WHAT IM THINKING WHAT DID I DO... SHE HASNT REPLIED YET I THINK SHES NAPPING OR SOMETHING BUT GOD.
I think im having a panic attack. Yep there it goes.
Oh, did you really now? Lemme guess. You asked Raven out. Listen man, you did the right thing. Set out with a specific goal in mind, stepped up to the plate, and took initiative. Good job, bro. You're good to go, there's no reason to be having a panic attack here.
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Ok. Look, Jake. Do you really want to revisit various means of man bosom alleviation? Counterattack the panic attack back, and smack that shit down before it goes whack, Then hit the sack to get your tits to the calm track.
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Guess it's time to abscond to your room to before taking care of some other shit.]
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no offensehe's tempted to talk to Dirk about this....
Not blowing his twin dorkus's cover he steps out into the open.] Hey, dude. Wait up a sec.
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Sup.
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[He stays where he is. Not pushing things but there's a frown on his face.]
I'm not just saying this for your sake either. Striders are solo machines, but that nearly took out all three of us.
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It's mouthbreathing creeper time.
DONE WITH THIS SHIT 8D
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hey man
do you know a dude who types in green
and talks like grandpa creeping on blue spider chicks
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Hey.
It seems that you're corresponding with a certain Jake English,
Who is another one of the participants playing the game where I'm from.
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so are you two a thing??
not that im judging or nothing
im just trying to gauge how long ive got to sleep in my own room for
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We haven't completed the rites of passage that transforms us from brobuds to the specific "thing" that you're talking about.
The circumstances for which I'd prepared to make some sort of formal romantic overture toward him have deviated drastically from the original model,
And it's pertinent to run these calculations again with new variables.
It shouldn't affect you or Davesprite much because I don't expect us to start brobunking anytime soon.
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but more importantly
youre saying that we brobunk
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Dirk come in dirk. English to strider. Bestest bro to bestest bro. I have something important to say.
WE ARE GOING TO FREAKING DIE!!!!!!!
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Anyway, Auto-Responder has intercepted this text to Dirk and will produce a log transcript of this conversation for Dirk's perusal once it's completed. ]
Here I am, your bestest bro,
Fresh out of mid-ablution to answer the big, blinding brosignal in the sky.
Where's this urgent threat that'll bring about our demise?
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DAMN YOU, AUTO RESPONDER.
*DAMN YOUUUU.*
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For starters you are to never threaten my mammary glands like that ever again!! Jeeze louise i felt mortified! Have you no decency at all??????
I also request you keep in your familiar vermilion font when responding to me ESPECIALLY.
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There's a record-breaking, space-soaring high chance you desire that I discard my clothing as well.
But I've already come as nakedly as possible to your rescue,
And here you are, discussing the life or death circumstances surrounding your man nips.
Who's the one being indecent now?
It seems I mistook you for a dapper young gentleman when you're rather the feisty little tiger. Rawrrrr.
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"IT SEEMS"!!! Fucking hell its so blatantly obvious youre nothing but a friggen robotic hunk of shit!!!
Oh har har har go on more mister auto responder with all your record breaking percentage horse shit. What other information can you pull out of your asshole?!?!?!
Actually dont answer that i dont need to know anymore of your damn malarkey that probably isnt even accurate.
Shut up, man. I was going to say how absolutely bully it is to be talking to you once again but if youre going to be giving me a hard time i hold back what i was going to say.
In any case i suppose since the douchebag himself isnt going to be talking to me i might as well exchange words with you unless youre going to be unhelpful. Im already a bit panicked right now so i would much appreciate it if youd not get me flustered by your vulgar speaking.
Apparently this ship is haunted and several people have died. Theyve been here for months and months and nobody has successfully gotten face to face with our captors. As exciting and enthralling as a horror sci-fi adventure may seem, i cannot help but feel a little nervous and unsettled.
Especially within my stomach.
All im asking is perhaps a few comforting words so i dont upchuck on everything.. unless youre incapable of that.
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Hey, bro. [ Dave rolls in bed until he faces the general area wherein Dirk is messing with one of his many projects. ] Got some work for you. Wanna check it out?
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DONE WITH THIS SHIT 8D
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SHE HASNT REPLIED YET I THINK SHES NAPPING OR SOMETHING BUT GOD.
I think im having a panic attack.
Yep there it goes.
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Lemme guess. You asked Raven out.
Listen man, you did the right thing.
Set out with a specific goal in mind, stepped up to the plate, and took initiative.
Good job, bro.
You're good to go, there's no reason to be having a panic attack here.
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Ok. Look, Jake.
Do you really want to revisit various means of man bosom alleviation?
Counterattack the panic attack back, and smack that shit down before it goes whack,
Then hit the sack to get your tits to the calm track.