12th Wave

[tentacruelest]

Bring me yer dead and dying, Admiral. I should like to laugh in Sparrow's face one last time before surrendering to your eternal hell.


...He is dead, is he not?

Comments

[tentacruelest]

Can't say as I've had. Your face is new t'me.

[this_corrosion]

I did used to be cuter.

[tentacruelest]

Did yeh have a habit of dying, boy?

[this_corrosion]

Been trying to put that off, actually. Not that people haven't tried. People. Robots. Robots that look like people.

[tentacruelest]

What are...'robots'?

[this_corrosion]

's a good question, actually, because they don't like being called robots, do they? Usually you know it's like metal men, beep boop.

[The man does a stiff-elbowed impression of C-3PO.]

Unable to process.

[tentacruelest]

...I haven't the faintest bloody idea what you're talking about.

[this_corrosion]

No, a robot, it's like from the movies. Come on. Computer-men.

[tentacruelest]

[Movies, computers? Jones reacts with stony silence, glowering back as if he suspects he's being made fun of]

[this_corrosion]

Get it?

[Gary seems to think the appropriate reaction to this is to make a pouty imitation of Jones' face, complete with strategically placed finger-tentacles.]

[tentacruelest]

[Well, that just pisses Davy right the hell off. He glowers, seething at the poor imitation, and still sulks in infuriated silence]