tushanshu | Video || gross computer goo, why, turtle

[ Roy's on a public console right now seeing as his is a little... predisposed. Which he's about to tell you about, settle in for a story, kiddies. ]

Okay, so, has anyone tried to take apart the consoles? Here's a handy warning to the wise: DON'T.

[ This is Roy's wide-eyed, semi-serious face (more serious than usual, at least). ]

There are some parts that might make sense from a mechanical standpoint, yeah, maybe, but mostly? It is filled with this nasty, creepy, goo and it floods out all over you and I might have screamed like a little girl.

[ Biting at his thumbnail here and he tilts his head to the side, looking a little freaked out because omfg what has just happened in his home, why is life on the turtle so weird. ]

Aaaaand now it's regrowing. This is some crazy sci fi shit and not in the hot aliens in latex kind of way. Like messed up Star Trek bordering on Alien kind of crap. If I start getting some kind of weird parasite or sickness or end up in a cocoon or wake up with an alien baby, tell Kori I super-like her. And build me a memorial.

But first get me a doctor.

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Dude there is an official Kick A Ginger day. We're persecuted.

I think the bald works for you.

Really. You're persecuted.
Every day is Kick a Mutant Turtle Day.

Then you should be doing what I do. Kick 'em back. [ not actually recommended if wanting to avoid assualt charges unless you also have an uncharted island to hide out on from everyone but Superman ]

Oh I do my fair amount of kicking, don't you worry. It's just that back home there's like...a couple BILLION of you, and only one of me.

There are more red-heads in the world than there are mutant turtles.

Dude, you need to come to my universe. I have a good friend who's a giant crocodile man. Ain't nobody gonna jack with you.

I can get you a wig? Maybe you'll blend in.

[Mike doesn't even bother to hide the snort/laugh that erupts from him.]

The mental image of the two of us walking down the street like the opening from Saturday Night Fever is....tempting, I have to admit.

If this involves reflective polyester shirts and man-heels we are now best friends.

It didn't before, but it certainly does now.

Bless you, kindred spirit. Definitely a visonary.

Oh no no no, I can't take all the credit.

...

Okay so I could, but this right here? This is fate. Destiny. Kismet.

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