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solnet2017-02-13 08:19 pm
justribbing) wrote in solnet2017-02-13 08:19 pm
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[video] Not an episode of Jackass, but close.
Heya.
[ Well, whaddya know. It's the castle's sole resident monster and actual walking, talking skeleton, Sans. Rather than looking like hell warmed over, he's back to his usual -- if perpetually tired and indolent -- self. His t-shirt is more or less plastered to his skeletal frame, though, which has a way of making him seem somehow smaller. Considering he usually wears layers of shirts and hoodies, any illusion of girth is banished here. Giving his greeting to the network, there's another sound introduced beneath his Brooklyn-flavored rumble, someone else wheezing with laughter off-camera. ]
Uh, ran into a little problem with the plumbin' downstairs-- hey, y’mind? I'm talkin' here.
[ Ah, yes, spoken like someone who utterly lacks in the necessary biological components, so any innuendo's lost on Sans. Whoever's with him, though, there's no denying the other guy is busting a seam laughing. With an amused roll of his eyelights, Sans lets it pass. ]
Ehhh, fuhgeddaboudit. I'm sure it'll be fine.
[ Just then, another figure comes into view just over Sans's shoulder. This figure, more importantly a humanoid, bipedal turtle, reaches for the handle of a door just across the hall. When pulled open, a massive cascade of white suds comes drooping out of the doorway, a slow-moving tidal wave of laundry detergent foam.
Sans glances over his shoulder at this inevitable calamity as Wade finally emerges from the side, leaning heavily on the skeleton's other shoulder as he's almost overcome with laughter. ]
It's a T- ahahahahahahaha!
[ Wade’s words are garbled by another bout of laughter, and he leans over the skeleton’s shoulder again, one finger in the air as if he’s begging for patience. Eventually the paroxysms calm down long enough for him to make his point: ]
It's a Tide-al wave!
[ The skeleton monster redirects his gaze to Wade, whose case seems contagious enough that even Sans’s shoulders start to shake with mirth. The turtle, however, seems less enamored by the display. His bare feet skid dangerously across the foamy floor, and he yelps out an undignified noise in his struggle to keep from eating dirt. ]
Shell!
[ That sounds suspiciously like a curse word, don’t it? In any case, the turtle manages to get his footing with a clumsy teeter that doesn’t quite corroborate the sort of grace that the twin katana on his shell imply. ]
What the heck is this? Hey!
[ Unfortunately the turtle’s predicament is about to get even more embarrassing as Wade, already weakened from Sans’s epic laundry fail, explodes into renewed laughter at the newcomer’s attempt to right himself. It’s all too much for the mercenary, and eventually he slips off of Sans’s shoulders and collapses in a heap on the floor. ]
That one really floored ya, huh?
[ Well, whaddya know. It's the castle's sole resident monster and actual walking, talking skeleton, Sans. Rather than looking like hell warmed over, he's back to his usual -- if perpetually tired and indolent -- self. His t-shirt is more or less plastered to his skeletal frame, though, which has a way of making him seem somehow smaller. Considering he usually wears layers of shirts and hoodies, any illusion of girth is banished here. Giving his greeting to the network, there's another sound introduced beneath his Brooklyn-flavored rumble, someone else wheezing with laughter off-camera. ]
Uh, ran into a little problem with the plumbin' downstairs-- hey, y’mind? I'm talkin' here.
[ Ah, yes, spoken like someone who utterly lacks in the necessary biological components, so any innuendo's lost on Sans. Whoever's with him, though, there's no denying the other guy is busting a seam laughing. With an amused roll of his eyelights, Sans lets it pass. ]
Ehhh, fuhgeddaboudit. I'm sure it'll be fine.
[ Just then, another figure comes into view just over Sans's shoulder. This figure, more importantly a humanoid, bipedal turtle, reaches for the handle of a door just across the hall. When pulled open, a massive cascade of white suds comes drooping out of the doorway, a slow-moving tidal wave of laundry detergent foam.
Sans glances over his shoulder at this inevitable calamity as Wade finally emerges from the side, leaning heavily on the skeleton's other shoulder as he's almost overcome with laughter. ]
It's a T- ahahahahahahaha!
[ Wade’s words are garbled by another bout of laughter, and he leans over the skeleton’s shoulder again, one finger in the air as if he’s begging for patience. Eventually the paroxysms calm down long enough for him to make his point: ]
It's a Tide-al wave!
[ The skeleton monster redirects his gaze to Wade, whose case seems contagious enough that even Sans’s shoulders start to shake with mirth. The turtle, however, seems less enamored by the display. His bare feet skid dangerously across the foamy floor, and he yelps out an undignified noise in his struggle to keep from eating dirt. ]
Shell!
[ That sounds suspiciously like a curse word, don’t it? In any case, the turtle manages to get his footing with a clumsy teeter that doesn’t quite corroborate the sort of grace that the twin katana on his shell imply. ]
What the heck is this? Hey!
[ Unfortunately the turtle’s predicament is about to get even more embarrassing as Wade, already weakened from Sans’s epic laundry fail, explodes into renewed laughter at the newcomer’s attempt to right himself. It’s all too much for the mercenary, and eventually he slips off of Sans’s shoulders and collapses in a heap on the floor. ]
That one really floored ya, huh?
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'Fraid so, I used to be pretty ok with technology. Guess the Tide has turned.
[ All'a the hidden punsters are just comin' outta the woodwork. Sans can't say he doesn't like the others joining in, it's proving to be a good time. ]
Eh, somebody'll get this all ironed out eventually.
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Wow...jutht wow.
How did you even manage that? Aren't there like...inthtructionth on the machineth?
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I think the problem was really in addin' too much soap.
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How--nevermind....I don't think I want to know.
Talk about a huge meth to clean up...hate to be you guys.
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Leo's probably gonna make him clean it up. ]
Tell me 'bout it. The clean-up alone's a major detergent.
[ Wait no he said deterrent, right? ]
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It's the nice thing to do right? ]
How much did you uthe? Jutht tho I know how much not to.
[ Because honestly this brat would probably have done the same thing at some point. ]
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[ His stuff was really dirty, ok?
Seriously, the guy lives in squalor. It's pretty nasty, how his friends even put up with it when they drop by to visit is, uh... anyone's guess, really. ]
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An entire box. Man even he doesn't get that bad.
Wait...that's a lie...the only reason he isn't that bad right now is because he shares a room with Pidge...though that isn't saying much. Tech nerds get lost in their work. ]
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Heh heh, yeah, I know. I should'a stuck to the script. Me doin' laundry is like the one where the actor down on his luck gotta job with the demolition company. He finally brought down the house.
[ badum-tish ]
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At the joke Sollux groans and rolls his eyes, not that you can tell between not really having pupils and his glasses. ]
Well...what ever...I should leave you guyth to your clean up.
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Yeah, probably. Thanks for stoppin' by.
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