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Post by Pee-Dee on Aug 10, 2011 20:03:23 GMT -5
Pee-Dee nudges Guzzle's shoulder. "That's right. 'The Odd Couple'. Meet your new, cosmically mismatched roommate? 1" Man, going back to Gillanan may have gotten the Devourism out of her head, but now she doesn't know who half these people are! The humans do not use their guns. However, when one of the Mafia goons threatens Sarah Carter's character, her partner starts to say, "I wouldn't threaten her-". He doesn't get a chance to finish before one of the mooks lays hands on her, and she demonstrates why this is a bad idea. 21. The Simpsons2. Something like this or this, except actually like the scene I described.[/i]
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Aug 10, 2011 20:17:37 GMT -5
Eye. Twitch. The fleshie has a point there. "He does that, I punch him in the knee joints." Hopefully Farlane isn't kinky enough to like that so that it would actually work. Then PeeDee pokes him and he actually snorts in amusement, grunting out a "You got no idea."
And Nightbeat laughing? Yeah, that makes Guzzle move a tiny bit away from him. That really is just wrong and so damn unnerving. He can't even shoot him to make it stop!
The show is a bit slow for his liking, and he really couldn't care less about the human drama, or the mind numbing analyzing bits. He's a soldier, not a detective! But when that ass whooping comes he actually leans forward, optics brightening just a bit at the violence. "Heh. I like her. Lot better than Verity was."
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Post by Nightbeat on Aug 11, 2011 18:53:49 GMT -5
"Now that's my kind of woman," Muzzle comments, raising his flask to the screen in a salute. The Nebulan turns to look at Guzzle. He noticed that movement there, tank boy. Noticing things is what he does.
"Do we bother you?" he asks, making a face.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Aug 12, 2011 8:59:13 GMT -5
"I want to have an idea," Pee-Dee mutters. She also wants popcorn. And a pony.
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Aug 12, 2011 11:01:57 GMT -5
"Yes."
He doesn't even look at Muzzle. No, he's actually becoming interested in the show. Or rather look bored at the boring bits and constantly hope the lady will start kicking ass again.
"Then think of something." He grumbles to Pee-Dee, before shifting to make himself more comfortable, careful not to accidentally bump into her with that barrel.
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Post by Nightbeat on Aug 12, 2011 17:02:42 GMT -5
Two hands make a rude gesture at Guzzle simultaneous. One is small and fleshy, though currently covered in armor. The other is large and mechanical. "It's no picnic for us either, smoot-bag," the owner of the smaller hand says sourly, before turning back to the TV so he, too, can wait for the lady to beat someone up again.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Aug 12, 2011 18:31:35 GMT -5
Seemingly apropos of nothing, Pee-Dee sings softly to herself:
"Well, a Scotsman clad in kilt left a bar one evening fair, And one could tell by how he walked that he'd drunk more than his share. He fumbled 'round until he could no longer keep his feet. Then he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street."
The boys are going to be disappointed. Sarah Carter's character generally only beats up someone once every half a dozen episodes.
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Aug 12, 2011 20:40:50 GMT -5
Oh, now they gone and done it. Guzzle turns towards them, optics squinting, raising one fist in a vaguely threatening matter. "I ain't the kinda bot you want to make that kinda gesture at, twitchy and meatbag..."
And then the Junkion gets all weird again. At least she manages to make him forget all about the two detectives. "I....Wha?"
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Post by Nightbeat on Aug 13, 2011 16:07:53 GMT -5
Muzzle looks over at Pee-Dee. "Are you trying to say I've had too much to drink?" he asks, ignoring the Wrecker's posturing for the moment. He'll posture back in a minute, maybe, but he'll want to go back to being a head, first.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Aug 13, 2011 16:19:51 GMT -5
"Nope! I am giving fair warning." Pee-Dee winks an optic at Muzzle - the optic on the side of her face nearest Guzzle. "Don't worry, be happy."1
1. Song of same name
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Aug 13, 2011 16:49:02 GMT -5
But if he puts his head on he won't have a problem with Nightbeat anymore!
Oh, now he gets what she means. He really has a reputation, doesn't he? "I 'drink' cause I have to."
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Post by Nightbeat on Aug 13, 2011 22:07:42 GMT -5
"Heh! Don't we all," Muzzle says, taking another swig from his flask before stowing it away again, if only because Nightbeat insists telepathically that he's had enough, and he'd rather not share a hangover tomorrow. "I've yet to find a painkiller that does anything for the optic implants when they act up, but booze seems to work."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Aug 14, 2011 11:11:22 GMT -5
Guzzle has no idea what Pee-Dee means. Which is as she intended.
"Baths, wine, and sex ruin our bodies. But what makes life worth living except baths, wine, and sex?"1
1. The Roman Empire: in the First Century, but originally some Roman's epitaph[/size]
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Aug 14, 2011 14:44:36 GMT -5
"Heh. Yeah." Though for entirely different reasons then Muzzle does. "Am a Class 3 Ruination Tank build on a Class I, Type B Cargo Lift frame. I dig it, but I have a mileage of 1 on 2. Good thing I like the taste."
...Oh great, now the conversation steered there. "Sex...Yeah. No thanks. Farlane told me all about it, and...Ergh. It was terrifying."
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Post by Nightbeat on Aug 14, 2011 17:18:26 GMT -5
"Heh. Robots. You don't know what you're missing," Muzzle says, shaking his head in a mockery of a resigned sadness. The Nebulan puts his helmet back on, then Nightbeat picks him up and replaces his head on his shoulders, stretching his neck to work the kinks out once the joints connect.
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