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AND I FEEL GAY SEX IN THIS CHILI'S TONIGHT

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AND I FEEL GAY SEX IN THIS CHILI'S TONIGHT

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The wings you typically offer don't seem to let the other stay afloat for long. Look at the so-called "wings" you gave to Ford.

"And it's my fault he decided to saw his wings off and make Icarus look like a pro? I was willing to let him keep those things - hell, I was fine to let him keep coasting on them forever! it's him who decided to go all rogue on me! Guess embracing the whole freak thing is only fun if you're on your own, not with a friend group."

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🧪 why are you so mean??

"That's a funny question - kinda makes me wonder why you care enough to ask it! Anyways, since you're just so curious, I'll let you in on a secret. I don't think I've ever been nice, and I'm exactly looking to change that either. Sure, maybe not nearly as bad and without anything to back myself up, but that doesn't mean I was nice. As to why that is, well, the only thing rolling over and playing nice gets you is killed. That and if your whole thing is how untouchable and ruthless you are, it's not exactly like you can just decide to not do that!"

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i love going to fact check something abt bill for a post and coming across new information what did alex hirch fucking MEAN WHEN HE SAID "IF YOU THINK STANS RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS FAMILY IS BAD BILLS IS WORSE" WHAT DID YOU MEAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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i don't know man, i just wish that we could [suddenly realising i'm coming dangerously close to expressing a real and earnest thought instead of filtering everything through several layers of intangible running bits] blow up the entire world. or something.

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@dreamsofalife , continued from x cause i'm so horribly late.

Well, she'd best hope he doesn't link together the fact she'd claimed a few items for herself, or he might get intent on reclaiming them. In his opinion the rotting corpse added a more genuine air to the ship - if she insisted on hanging around, she might as well know what to expect.

"It was supposed to attract maggots, what do you think corpses are for? It adds class. If you want worse dead things, you can get your own spots - I'm not about to reveal the tricks of the trade."

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There's a clearly dismissive grunt in response to the continuation, and that's the only response he gets to it. He's concentrating on how to best utilize what's at his disposal, thanks. He doesn't have much experience, if any at all, in actually fixing wounds. He isn't supposed to have them, and any he's caused have always been their problem and not his. The disinfectant stings once he settles on that being a good place to start, but he has no issues with that - if anything, this is the one sort of pain that still remains mildly amusing. Usually it'd be funny to watch something infect and rot, but.. well, injuries and pain haven't really been fun anymore now that they've become a long term feeling for his body.

If she's honest, this situation isn't ideal in the slightest, yes, but.. in a way, she also considers it.. not lucky, but preferred that Sixer of all people was the one to be in it with. She can say with certainty that no one else would have offered a first aid kit rather than just putting her down now. Which, y'know, she's sure part of him would love to do, but it hasn't happened quite yet - and it's complicated enough anyways that she isn't sure just how close he is to that at any given moment. It works as both a comfort and a source of distress. Even without her all seeing nature, at least she knew enough to work around her numerous disadvantages.

A good few minutes pass as he wraps the bandage roll around the wound - just a few times and tucking the end part underneath should be good, right? Right - before shoving it back in the kit, closing it with a click. The cabinet door inches open a few moments later, and rather harshly the box is shoved out.

"You can take your handout and leave - don't think this means I owe you any favors, got it?"

His eyes rolled as the kit was snatched away from him. Wasting time. It is Stanford's own fault he has to have this role - he made the mistake of trusting Cipher. This is the aftermath of such a drastic error. It's his fault Cipher is here in the first place. To make it worse - there was a time he would've been over the moon to hear that he was here. How foolish of him. That same man would've thought caring over another's injury was a good sign. No, in this case, it's simply a responsibility one has when they must watch over a prisoner. ...So, yes, he is fully committing to damage control. That's something to be proud of, however. Despite being sure he wants nothing further to do with Bill, he is still willing to do what it takes to clean up the mess. What's so sad about it? If it is anything, it's just exhausting. For a moment, he did think life was going to be one last adventure, just sailing about, closing up maybe a few tears here and there. He didn't take in account Cipher could somehow come back.

"...I was going to say nearly impossible," he finally grumbled, taking a few steps back, then leans against the wall, back pressed. To Cipher, that's synonymous with 'dumbest.' But unless there's something he's missing, well, this is the best he has. You can't give the death sentence to someone who might just come crawling back. He's lucky Cipher was anywhere near for him to snatch her up - some other gullible fool could've gotten her back on his feet. It is not idiotic - rather, the opposite. This is the safest course of action until he gets more information. After the small comment, he's right back to being quiet. ...Has Cipher used a kit before? The thought didn't cross his mind before. He might remember how to work them and how it's done, but... ...Ford also doesn't really know the extent the injury is. He doesn't ask if any further aid is required, though. Cipher wouldn't dare ask him even if he needed it, and Ford couldn't care less. Silence it is, then. There's nothing he wants to say.

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A glare accompanied by a deep frown greets the others cackle - maybe he gets why so many people can't stand it when he does that - really just trying to delve into the others soul with it while he brushes him off. He'd be impressed at the others intact ego, but he's also very aware of who it is he's dealing with. He'd like to have this done with as soon as physically possible, but if Ford insists on working himself in a corner beforehand, then fine. It just gives him more time to think of ways he could regret it, including but not limited to dumping half the weapons stash off the ship. Or, if he really felt like acting today, gambling the vast majority of his funds to Fez.

Thankfully for Ford, it seems he won't be needing to pull any of those cards today. Personal experience tells him the moment he loses balance like that, he isn't staying up for very long. He's quickly proven right, and a cackle rings out as he promptly eats shit on the ships deck. He strolls up, crouching down next to him with a smug grin. If he had a stick he'd be poking him like roadkill.

"It looks like I can be 5 feet away and you still don't know how to handle yourself!"

The heels are picked up after they're kicked off - he does not feel like losing these things, he quite likes them - and the chuckles only continue seeing that he'd managed to get a splinter in his eye already. Frankly, it isn't his problem right now, so he doesn't care much about seeing himself injured. White begins pooling out of his eye, but again, that sounds like not his problem right now. If it's bad enough, he'll regrow the whole thing later, but he doubts it. Dare he say he's pretty thankful for the whole thing right now, seeing how the injury makes him a fair bit more cooperative. Tucking the heels away in one of Sixers many coat pockets, he smacks his hands together triumphantly.

"I knew you'd see it my way! Now, unless you feel like managing to lose the whole eye on top of everything else, our joint venture is hereby expedited to THE top priority. There's no time for books, or sleep, or anything else now. So, what are you bringing to the table, what device do you have hidden away that's changing the game here?"

"Need you?! Hahaha!" Hilarious! Ford! Need Bill! Couldn't be further from the truth, actually! If anyone can do it, it's going to be Ford, body-swapping be damned! He'll handle it! Nothing on this world - or any other, for that matter - will compel him to admit it to be truth.

"Even if I needed your help -" he pointed a finger up at Cipher, waving it at him after every pause - "which, mind you, I don't... What makes you think I'll even consider working with you again? I don't want you to do a thing while I'm working. Perhaps you could pick up a book instead- " he goes to take a few steps forward as he talks, wobbling in Cipher's accursed heels(how does anyone handle walking in these things all the time?!) - "You just have to stay out of my way aaaaan-GH!" THUD! ...Any normal person probably would be crying in out from the pain right now. His eye stings. There's a twinge of pain in the back of his foot as well. Pain's... normal, though, to Stanford. It hurts, but he can shove it into the back of his mind and allow it to fall in the background. ...But he's not about to tolerate these heels anymore. Not after falling eye-first onto the boat like that. Ford lifts himself up until he is sitting on the ground, grumbling to himself as he starts to kick off the stupid, stupid heels. There's a weird spot in the corner of his vision where the pain is the worst - but it's fine. Fine. Just give it a moment, it'll go back to normal. Or two moments. ...Three? Is there something there? Once the heels are kicked off, he lifts a hand towards his eye, and yanks on the suspiciously sharp, pointy 'dot.' A splinter. There's a deep, heavy sigh as he feels liquid start to pool around the eyelid. Is it tears or blood? Ford can't tell, and he's not about to wipe it away to find out. "...Fine." He's not happy about being proven wrong, especially so quickly. Yes, fine, he does need Cipher's help, especially now. Who would know about Cipher's body other than Cipher? It's ill-advised to remove things that puncture the eye. He can only imagine the same holds true for someone like Cipher. Stupid... At least it doesn't hurt. Or, well, actually... if he focuses for a moment, yes, it does hurt... but it's fine. It's not a bad injury! And he's not just saying that because of his indifference towards the sensation!

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And who said I didn't? Because I definitely didn't.

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That's an awfully bold claim to make for someone uninitiated in a demonic smoke session, Fez. You think I haven't done space weed with Sixer before?

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I don't think you could handle me high.

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anon said ; Hey Bill talk about Flatland

"You could ask me about any dimension in the whole multiverse, and that's the one you go with? Fine - well first off, it's just as boring as you are! Or, was, anyways. Two dimensional with minds that are just as narrow. They'd rather kill each other than experience a single subversive thought. I at least tried to give the whole place a good shove in the right direction - it isn't my fault they decided they'd rather fall to their death than grow some wings."

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Wait, you poured what in my drink?

Send an ask with 🧪 to give my muse a truth serum!

They are now forced to reply to whatever question is asked with complete honesty :D

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I love doing anything where bills forced to not lie for once in his life cause his entire career is based of lying abt himself and to himself. my best friend bill cipher who lies until he doesn’t know what he’s lying about anymore and overstuffed his resume until half of it is bullshit <3 and the best thing is if we’re extending that to having no filter he loves infodumping so he just won’t stop

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( making direct eye contact and taking a long sip. )

[tipping a flask of poison trying to pour it into the mug]

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Wait, you poured what in my drink?

Send an ask with 🧪 to give my muse a truth serum!

They are now forced to reply to whatever question is asked with complete honesty :D