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[oculusriffs]

TG: this is going to be fucking stupid isnt it


[want to get in touch with Dave? you can leave a TEXT, VOICE, or VIDEO message — or alternatively, he shouldn't be too hard to track down in person. it's a hunk of junk space house. in space. he's around here somewhere.]

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[oculusriffs]

[oh, it's a poured out molten pit of Davefury he wants to see, is it? well, he can definitely deliver. he stands, fists clenched, hackles raised, like he's ready to reach over and pop Ryuji upside the head for his insulting transgression, to dunk some serious revenge on him like the ghosts dunked a bunch energy drinks in the toilet, and he just.]

[just.]

[.... nah.]

Yeah, you're right. I'll just have to get you back later.

[he relaxes, rolling his shoulders casually.]

Won't even stop time or anything, and I can still guarantee you won't see it coming.

[could this be even worse than the two of them just duking it out right now? possibly.]

[ryuji]

[This. Is. Actually worse.

Ryuji stares at Dave when the heavenly flurry of righteous vengeance doesn't seem to happen, and his eyes wander left and right before quirking a brow upward. Wait, what?]

Are you kiddin' me!?!

[He's outraged, to say the least. His provocations were all for naught. He tried poking the fire, only to be met with the cool indifference of a later. Will he ever be able to sleep again?]

O...kay. But. I bet you didn't see that combing, either.

[Heh.

He high fives... himself.]

[oculusriffs]

what the fuck sort of wordplay did you just fucking say you little prick? ill have you know i blew up and graduated at the top of my classpect in sburb, and ive been involved in numerous secret raids on moronic crocodiles, and i stole at least a trillion boonbucks from them. i am trained in shitty sword warfare and im the top snarker in the entire population of paradox space. you are just another target to my longwinded insult wrath. i will slander you with precision the likes of which have never been seen before on this rotting hunk of space steel, mark my goddamn words. you think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the internet? think again, asshole. as we speak i am contacting my hypothetical doomed time paradox clone from across the station and your watch is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. the storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your sense of humor. youre fucking owned, kid. i can be anywhere, anytime, and i can ruin you in over seven hundred ways, and thats just with a babys first fraymotif. not only am i extensively trained in trolling the trolls, but i have access to the entire arsenal of shitty copypasta insults and i will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of space, you little shit. if only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your goddamn tongue. but you couldnt, you didnt, and now you are paying the price, you goddamn idiot. i will spit davefury all over you and you will drown in it. youre fucking owned, dude.

[ryuji]

[Dave-chan is so kawaii.]

[oculusriffs]

[Dave's actual reaction, because his knowledge of earth memes ends at early 2009, long before that copypasta first emerged, is the longest of exaggerated suffering sighs. he probably set himself up for that one, even if there's no way he could have actually foreseen it. and so he has no choice but to be resigned to his fate.]

[there's no absconding from the terrible puns, bro. that, and it was actually a pretty good terrible one, so ... so.]

Okay, y'know what? We're supersizing this shit. We're making that a double revenge.

[that's right, now Ryuji has two surprise clapbacks in his future to look forward to.]

[ryuji]

[Lisa looks thoroughly fucking fed up with all these puns, all these memes, and the both of them, so don't mind her as she decides that this meeting is too much loser for her and prances off to somewhere quieter and without as much fake tension.

Meanwhile, Ryuji, who's just completed congratulating himself for a job well done via the pristine slapping of two perfectly skilled hands together (uninvited in this picture, Dave, who surely would not high five that effort of wordsmithing), sits there, brightly. More than just being downright pleased with himself, he leans forward, eyebrow raised, a look of fondness dumbly splayed across his features.]

Guess I should prepare for my world to be rocked.

[Hey, Dave's pretty good at that already.]

[oculusriffs]

[well, it was nice being cool enough to win Lisa over for a few minutes. but it was never gonna last, not when it comes to idiots like Dave.]

[and Ryuji will get something an awful lot like a small, but equally fond, smile in return, with all the air of confidence one has when the wheels of double decker revenge are already in motion.]

Yeah. You should.