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still active i promise just havent been feeling ven :/

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rip im bad at activity but like to plot

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“Alright, we’re outnumbered and unarmed.”

           “... P l e a s e . As if I would ever be caught unarmed.” Reaching into his lab coat, he pulls out what looks like a small handgun. “Take this. It has exactly thirteen shots; twelve in the magazine, one in the chamber.”

“Each one should be enough to drop whoever they hit.“

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Brooklyn 99 Sentence Starters 

“I was trying to shield you. Do you know how much stress I’ve been under lately?”

“Shut your dumb poem mouth!”

“He’s so suave. Does anyone else get a little bit of a gay vibe? No? Okay.”

“Why are you dressed up? You look like an idiot.”

“He likes putting away bad guys and he loves solving puzzles. The only puzzle he hasn’t solved is how to grow up.”

“Has anyone ever told you you look just like a statue?”

“Who doesn’t bring their phone with them into the bathroom? That’s like the whole reason to go in there.”

“So, you want to feed the bad guys a lot of soil?”

“I think this is where Batman’s parents got killed.”

“I appreciate the offer, but I work best alone. Except when it comes to sex. Actually, sometimes including sex.”

“No hard feelings, but I hate you. Not joking. Bye.”

“Start taking care of yourself again! I miss those gross, overly large muscles!”

“How are we going to get past them without a gun fight?”

“No one asked you to take your shirt off. Stop volunteering to take your shirt off.”

“Baby, I’ve got some bad news. Someone painted a giant penis on our minivan.”

“Don’t arrest him. Just smack him. Hard. With a phone book on a body part no one can see. Know what I’m saying?”

“Maybe it’s just old person gunk. You know how old people always have that gunk on them.”

“We don’t need guns. I have a lighter, okay, we get some hairspray, make some flame throwers. Let’s fry these bitches.”

“Alright, we’re outnumbered and unarmed.”

“Wait! Before you say anything, I want to guess what happened based on your face. Someone died. No! You won a prize. I’m not getting better at this.”

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@mxgunet

              Cramming bodies into plastic bags was not something PROFESSOR VENOMOUS had been interested in doing that evening, but, seeing as he’d been caught attempting to steal something valuable, he had to do something. 

“... Come on, just a little more...“ A gloved hand comes down to shove a man’s head into the black bag, disgust building in the scientist’s face as he attempts to tie it off. If trash bags weren’t already weak enough, now he has the equivalent of four sacks of potatoes jammed in them. Ultimately, he leaves the bag there, off to the edge of the dumpsters-- as if it were real trash-- as he goes to leave the institute’s alleyway. He was a little rough around the edges from his tousle with those gentleman, but nothing he couldn’t swab with chemical-saturated cotton and some tough love here and there. 

                He’s just rounding the corner when he encounters Magne, the large, stockish woman he nearly walks directly into in his haste to get out of that alley. 

“Oh, my apologies-- I did not mean to nearly trample you...“

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lordb-xman‌:

Having no experience with the finer tastes of alcohol, Box only assumes what the other does is right and takes his served glass in chickenhand before giving it a stir with gravity. Of course, he adds a little to much oomf, causing a drop to fly over the lip and dot the floor. His face only heats up in embarrassment.

“… Apologies.” His eyes search around for a napkin, before he simply takes to a knee and ruins the sleeve of his jacket with wiping up the miniscule spill. Only then does he bother to take a sip, nose wrinkling to the bitterness of the wine. Mmn. Gonna have to get used to that.

Back up to his stout height goes Boxman, eyes low and somewhat humored with repressed anxiety as he manages to keep a still composure, eyes clearly sunk in a display of an emotionally stressed middle-aged father. His lordship only clears his throat before properly addressed the comment made.

“You don’t need to worry about it, Professor Venomous. I only ask you forgive my tendency to be brash. I typically lose my head around clientel due to being so scatterbrained with my priorities.”

            A quiet chuckle leaves the taller villain as he crosses his legs at the knee and leans in closer, chin propped up in his palm as he gazes back at Lord Boxman. 

“Boxman, Boxman, Boxman... Lighten up.“

              Lifting his glass for another slow swallow of the alcoholic beverage, setting it aside soon after in favor of allowing his free hand to rest against the table. 

“We are meeting as friends rather than business partners right now. Don’t sweat it. Unlike Billiam Milliam, and despite my sophisticated taste, I do not care for formalities within my private estate. So long as you don’t go breaking anything, you are free to do as you wish.“

              “I may act the part when socializing with others, but I tend to avoid interacting with others, let alone other villains. So, I’m not a very big fan of formalities within my own domain, and the sort...”

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lordb-xman‌:

Dingdongdingdongding—

Oh, that’s his name. Off comes the finger that had held it down in his panic when the door opened.

—dong.

Boxman lights up immediately, hands clasping awkwardly in front of his chest.

“Pro-FESSor! So good to— oh, er…” Off he’s wrangled into the home, fingers intertwined against his sternum as they pass by blurred furnishings, only stopping before a grand dinner table. It’s nothing he’s not used to, surely, but he’s certainly anxious of messing up his impression.

“Well, this is lovely, Professor Venomous, I just—“

He’s not even able to get out a stuttering word before the bioengineer’s offering him refreshments. A few beds of sweat dot along his brow as he decides it best not to intervene with the other’s plans and simply sit and wait for the availability for conversation that a meal would bring.

“Something to take the edge off would be appreciated; thank you.”

               “-- Thank you, Boxman.” He offers him a smile in return, a little less anxious now that he has the other exactly where he needs to be. A brief pause to take a breath and recollect his thoughts, and then he’s pulling a small pail filled with ice out of the freezer, a large black bottle nestled snugly within. Toting it to the table, he departs to get down a couple of wide, crystalline wineglasses, one for each, before he’s popping the cork and pouring the two of them a modest amount to start off with. Easing the bottle back into the ice, he leaves it on the table for now.

“... Sorry, it isn’t very often that I have company. I don’t mean to speak over you.“

                   It could be difficult for him to know when exactly to speak-- especially when Boxman was unpredictable and erratic. 

He sits beside him, diagonal, for now as he brings his glass up for a brief swirl, then sip. This merlot was certainly an exquisite variety-- looks like he’ll need to buy more. 

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lordb-xman‌:

It doesn’t take the man long to arrive, although his means of transportation never really leave his office. Boxman parks his desk outside before stepping up to the front step, a regular Boxmore executive jacket donned over his typical tie and suspenders. Deep breaths, Boxy. It’s just dinner.

Cue the obnoxious spamming of the doorbell.

            Oh no. Why did he have to ring it more than once?

Disturbed from what little peace he had, he quickly strides to the front door to open it and put an end to the chiming. “-- Boxman.” He greets, stepping aside to allow the robotics engineer into his private estate. It was dark and rather large, but it had a comfort to it with all the rugs strategically placed here and there. Pictures of FINK and VENOMOUS litter the walls, from baby pictures to more recent ones. 

               “-- Thankfully, FINK is currently in bed, so she won’t be bothering us tonight.”

A lithe hand ghosts across Lord Boxman’s shoulder blades as the PROFESSOR gently herds him into the dining area, which was certainly befitting of the man’s estate, considering the size of the table alone. “You may sit anywhere you wish.” Common etiquette would dictate for the other to sit across from the opposite head of the table, where VENOMOUS always sits, but... It’s also a discreet invitation to allow him to be closer, should he take it. 

              “Dinner should be done within an hour-- would you like some wine?”

“I chose to wait for you to arrive before I open it, so that it’s fresher.“

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lordb-xman‌:

No one’s saying Boxman is a tubby fellow, but to say the marshmallow lacked its puff would be an understatement. He does, however, have a taste for fine cuisine, and would jump at any given opportunity. His lordship remains silent as he watches Venomous respond with sincerety to the thrill of their last scheduled get-together, a smile creeping along his mug in fond memory.

That’s when he spots the address.

Oh! They’re still on for the rendezvous.

Boxman wastes no time before he’s setting up his golden mirror on his desk, clawing his chicken fingers through his hair to make sure it sweeps properly, only to see the screen light up where he left his phone.

{✉️} casualwear only.

{✉️} until then, pv!

He hesitates for the longest time on a final message before pressing send on the impulsive text.

{✉️} 💚❗️

             Well, that was random. 

What the hell was that emoji for? Supper? Agreeing to spend time with him? 

                A soft blue tints his features at the potential implications of such a foolish display of... whatever that was. Maybe if he ignores it, he won’t have to acknowledge it. Granted, he did feel the need to send something similar back, but.... His better judgement puts a full stop on that. 

{sms} --> [boxman] Of course.  {sms} --> [boxman] I await your arrival with bated breath. 

Goddamn. 

                 What kind of power move was that?

Sighing, he watches his phone’s screen slowly dim, then timeout, as he stares at the last three messages. VENOMOUS rolls his eyes at his own illogical behavior at such a display, but rises to check on the food to at least busy himself with something, less his sudden spike in nerves get the better of him.

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lordb-xman‌:

His nervousness subsided when Venomous took his side on things, relieved to see he was still his toxic villain. Boxman had in fact terminated Lord Cowboy Darrell and replaced him with a new model, only for a good memory-wipe for the past year to take effect on all his children.

It was as if Boxman Jr never existed to them.

{✉️} no need to worry about him, professor.

{✉️} things have been handled — so to speak.

{✉️} in the meantime, i’d love to visit, if you’d be so kind as to have me over.

{✉️} perhaps you’d be better suited for hosting than i was.

{sms} --> [boxman] Wonderful news to hear.  {sms} --> [boxman] Hush, Boxman.  {sms} --> [boxman] Although dinner parties are out of style... I had fun.  {sms} --> [boxman] It isn’t often that I get to e n j o y myself.

              For now, VENOMOUS would text him his address, regardless, retiring his lab coat to the coat rack by the door before he begins to get some things down to prepare a quick evening meal to at least offer the other villain should he find himself peckish. 

He decides to prepare filet mignon, which he plans to pair with some merlot from his private wine cellar, using a sharp knife to cut up some pieces of tenderloin, which he then carefully wraps with some bacon and drops into a pan to roast with some cubed potatoes in a separate dish before he begins to peel some carrots for candying. Afterwards, he checks his phone to send another message. 

{sms} --> [boxman] Dinner is started, but there is no need to consider this a formal event. {sms} --> [boxman] It is simply dinner among friends and like-minded men of science. 

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lordb-xman‌:

{✉️} i.

{✉️} it’s a long story.

{✉️} due to my obsession with the plaza, i was terminated from my employment by the board of investors; only cosma had me litetally fired out of a cannon into the sun. and it turned out that darrell not only was the rat, but was the force that sent me far past orbit.

{✉️} but the good news is i’m back! and… i have boxmore back under my control.

{✉️} of course, i had to do a few failsafe countermeasures to ensure loyalty would reenstate, but.

{✉️} …

{✉️} so how have you been?

               Although he knew Lord Boxman was a villain and could very well take care of himself... He can’t help but feel appalled at the nature of such things. A mutiny? Really? He can hardly imagine such a thing happening with FINK, let alone with one of Boxman’s own creations. Sure, he was rather dismissive of them, but to think that one would turn on him....?

{sms} --> [boxman] How disrespectful. {sms} --> [boxman] I hope you dismantled that little cutthroat.  {sms} --> [boxman] Well... Regardless of your current standing.

{sms} --> [boxman] Perhaps we should discuss the terms of your unemployment. {sms} --> [boxman] At my private estate, of course. Do you require directions?