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I signed that "Cat" because... Idk, we were talking about cats?

Long answer: I started signing things "Key" when I realized that otherwise people would inevitably shorten my username to "Cat," which was uncomfortably feminine-sounding for the me of seven months ago. I don't have that problem anymore. And people have called me Cat anyway, and I don't really mind. So, eh.

--Key-on-the-Catboard

What do we call you, Key?!
Or Cat?!

Which one?!

And subtly, too, what with Apecian casually calling his friend 'Mike' and asking for 'cool' things, and whatnot.

And then there's Mike, what with his nerd-speak. Speaking like a nerd.
Practically asking for his lunch money to get stolen.

Oh no! The copycat hasn't gotten loose, has it?

--Cat

Actually, Yocherry was doing a whole lot of things. Lying on the ground. Bleeding out. Steadily approaching death. Having a giant, smoking hole in his chest.
The gurgling was, however, in his opinion, the most important one of them all.
He was doing that, too, actually. Having opinions. And they were cloudy and weightless and as ethereal as ghosts, and they were drifting around his head like skybound porridge.

'Dude, ummmm, dude dude dude,' Maz was pacing around somewhere or other. Yocherry didn't really know. They could have been in space, right then. It felt a little like it.

'Oooh, duuuude, dude.'
She seemed terribly worried about something.
Yocherry twisted his head. It flopped, smacking an ear against the dirt. The vibrations warbled in his skull. Yocherry felt very strange.
He had something to tell her, he realised.

Yocherry gurgled at her.

'No, dude, don't, um, talk, dude! Just wait - I - it's, um, muscles, tearing. Um. Don't worry, uh, dude, it's alright!' She said, quivering like a leaf in an earthquake.

Yocherry gurgled at her. He thought that he smiled, but it came out as more of a crooked grimace.

'Dude, um, dude, please!'

Yocherry raised a smarmy eyebrow, and gurgled again.

'Dude, are you, umm, being sassy?'

Yocherry gurgled with even greater sass.
He was very interested in hearing her reply, but something inside of him gave up. Then the sun and the sky and the land and Maz all disappeared, and Yocherry was certain he actually was in space.




Maz was looking at the floor.
It had been a week since Yocherry had gotten thirty per cent of himself blown out onto the grass by an angry Stu with a very powerful gun, and he was as conscious as a brick, hooked up, plugged into, and being injected by some of the best medical equipment in the multiverse.
Yocherry hadn’t done much, except for wake up a few hours earlier, mumble about snails and batteries, and immediately drop back into sleep.
Maz had tensed up like a metal spring, listened sharply to the whole thing, and had remained tensed, prepared for any additions to his arguments and points, for the next hour. Nothing came up, needless to say.

‘Maaaaaaaz.’

Maz tensed up like a metal spring.

‘Heeeeeeeey, booooss,’ Yocherry murmured, eyes glassily staring in her direction.

‘Dude, um, are you, uh - you, um, I don’t think you should talk, um, dude,’ Maz babbled, dividing her attention between Yocherry’s sleepy, drooping face, and the plastic wires filled with odd liquids that were keeping it from giving up, rotting, and dropping off.

‘Got interuuuuupted…’ Yocherry said.

‘Um.’

‘You waaaaant…’

‘Um.’

‘To heeeear, booooooss?’
With that, he wobbled around slightly, attempting to gesture to her.
Maz stepped forward. She leant in. She was dead silent.
Yocherry was silent, too, for a few moments, remembering what he was about to say. He inhaled.

‘That ent nothin.’ His voice was low and secretive. He grinned sloppily. Maz stared at him.
‘I’ve had worse.’
His job finally done, Yocherry dropped back into unconsciousness.
Maz continued staring at him.

As in, exactly that.
Exactly.
Literally exactly.
That exact wording.

It's sort've creepy, actually.

Dunno what it is about me that gives that vibe.

You have some new comments mostly related to your latest mission.

P.S.: Do you have any plans for Binary? Please e-mail me.

Bad-translation jokes = funny; got it.

And that's funny. I imagine you as a frequent snorter. In fact, I rather thought of snorting as your default way of being. It is indeed strange to learn that is not the case.

--Key

how the addition of the salad dressing bottle, and the fact that it's sort've forlornly spinning around, dripping ranch, makes it all seem so much more sad, y'know? Or, at least, more pathetic-ish (the situation, not the agent!)

That 'Animal Travel' joke was awesome, and even though I wish it was explored more, it got me to snort!
And I don't snort as much as you'd think, too. So good job on that!

iTunes and Amazon video, and there are also DVDs.

I'm glad Ananta comes off as cute; I'm rather fond of the concept of a Bad Slash agent who doesn't really understand how smut works. Or romantic relationships. Or human biology... At least it makes her hard to squick? Though Ananta balances it out by having an excellent memory for canon details and strong grammar knowledge. And, you know, understanding post-Renaissance technology.

Robo-voyeurs are surprisingly more adorable than the concept would have you believe.

Maybe we could show each other what we know sometime? ;-)

--Key is very sorry-not-sorry

Specifically, Thunderbirds are GO! season 2. Now excuse me while I go squee.

Ignore that. Is there somebody who can delete it?

An evil spirit/alien takes possession of one agent, and the other has to find a way to free them.

Warto najpierw zapoznać się z heksalogią o Dorze Wilk, ale chyba nie jest to aż tak wymagane :P

For your brainstorming pleasure.


-One of your agents deals with one of their fears.

-One of your agents explains their favourite series/hobby to someone else.

-One of your agents scares their partner (can be intentional or not).

-One of your agents is bored. Shenanigans ensue.

-One of your agents walks in on someone indulging in a guilty pleasure.

-One of your agents has a near-death experience in the field.

-A small ___ Years Hence story.