- Invitation Status
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Genres
- Modern, Mundane, Cyberpunk, Pulp Scifi, Weird Fic
"Uh huh."
"...and furthermore- are you even listening to me?" The four-foot-tall ball of matted, greyish-brown fur asked
"Nope"
"I don't have to put up with this."
"You do if you want your parking ticket in, shitlicker." GAX said in a casual tone, as if racial slurs were the most natural thing in the world. Granted, for GAX, they were the most natural thing in the world.
"What?"
"Did I misspeak?"
"You can't just call me that!"
"Really now? Because, see, last time I checked your kind eats shit.", GAX probed the air with her tongue, "Smells like it, too."
"It is a complex biological resin-"
"-Which is a fancy way of saying shit. Look, we can argue about this all day or you can just admit you're a shitlicker and pay your stupid ticket, and that guy-", she pointed a tentacle at a man dry-heaving on the floor, "-can get your putrid stench out of his nose. Seriously, I can smell it through the slot."
"You disgust me.", the Vorboli hissed as it dropped an envelope into a mail-chute.
"Feeling's mutual. Try smelling less like a septic tank next time."
"...and furthermore- are you even listening to me?" The four-foot-tall ball of matted, greyish-brown fur asked
"Nope"
"I don't have to put up with this."
"You do if you want your parking ticket in, shitlicker." GAX said in a casual tone, as if racial slurs were the most natural thing in the world. Granted, for GAX, they were the most natural thing in the world.
"What?"
"Did I misspeak?"
"You can't just call me that!"
"Really now? Because, see, last time I checked your kind eats shit.", GAX probed the air with her tongue, "Smells like it, too."
"It is a complex biological resin-"
"-Which is a fancy way of saying shit. Look, we can argue about this all day or you can just admit you're a shitlicker and pay your stupid ticket, and that guy-", she pointed a tentacle at a man dry-heaving on the floor, "-can get your putrid stench out of his nose. Seriously, I can smell it through the slot."
"You disgust me.", the Vorboli hissed as it dropped an envelope into a mail-chute.
"Feeling's mutual. Try smelling less like a septic tank next time."