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Not A Pasta Chef Dammit ([personal profile] polkayoureyesout) wrote2025-09-20 06:17 pm
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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, Eyes.

FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 800.85.800.85

*** Eyes has joined 800.85.800.85
<Eyes> this thing is giving me flashbacks
<BANNED USER> SCREENED MESSAGE. UNSCREEN? Y/N -- This is not the man you seek.
<Eyes> Seriously though, leave a message.
<Eyes> afk, turning into a monster.
peaceamongworlds: (#5)

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[personal profile] peaceamongworlds 2018-10-02 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
There once was a boy who was a Halloween fanatic. He loved dressing up for Halloween, he loved pulling pranks and watching horror movies, and above everything else... he loved candy. One fateful year, while he went trick-or-treating, he visited a house. This house was creepy as hell! It was big, it was old, it smelled like a grandmother and it was owned by a happy, old rich couple. The boy came here thinking that he would be handed out big chocolate bars, because it was a rich person's house but when he knocked on their door... he was handed a bag of that shitty candy that nobody likes! Tootsie rolls, shitty flavoured dum-dums, those weird... peanut things... needless to say, the boy was heartbroken. He was so heartbroken that he died, right there on their porch and now, every Halloween he goes out and finds people to curse. He wants everyone to suffer the same way he did!

Everybody is already suffering from his curse!! Send this to ten people to break the curse, or to avoid getting cursed, or you'll be stuck looking freakier than usual for the rest of your life!!!!!!!!!!
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[personal profile] conniemaheswaran 2018-10-12 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
Hey, Butters, this is a super weird question, but... could you spare a few feathers? I need some for a Mana quest. Sorry for asking, it's just really important for a friend.
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[personal profile] conniemaheswaran 2018-10-12 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, actually. It figures that after nearly working myself to death and getting almost killed by Greed, my body adjusted to the monster changes.

Although I think there's a middleman: body mass. Frankly, at least for the type of werebear I've been turning into, I was just too dang scrawny to support the changes. The sheer amount of bodily trauma I subjected myself to reminded my body that I needed to enter hibernation soon to heal, and thus I started the process of preparing for hibernation through hyperphagia.

Or, in simple terms: I've been eating more than twenty thousand calories a day for the past few weeks and have gained a significant amount of weight as a result. Four to five pounds a day. Don't worry, it's apparently quite normal for bears. At least this adjustment is a lot more forgiving than the agony of my previous transformations.
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[personal profile] conniemaheswaran 2018-10-13 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
It's not so much cravings as agonizing, debilitating hunger pangs if I go an hour without eating a day's worth of food :/ I've eaten a few human corpses already, since my instincts seem to be rejecting anything less than the whole thing at least for now. And I'll see if I can talk to Soeki.
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[personal profile] peaceamongworlds 2019-04-30 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[Shortly after this exchange.]

how hard is it to break into your apartment, Waldo? Scale of 1--10
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[personal profile] peaceamongworlds 2019-04-30 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
This isn't about ME, Waldo. I can teleport, I can break into your apartment whenever I want

If someone ELSE tried to break into your apartment, what would happen?
peaceamongworlds: (#1)

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[personal profile] peaceamongworlds 2019-04-30 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe someone who's got it in for you

Maybe someone got his creepy, disembodied head stuck way up his own ass and now he wants you dead. IDK, Waldo, I don't know your life
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[personal profile] peaceamongworlds 2019-04-30 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
he went to all that effort because I put my foot on the table while he was doing a puzzle

but w/e, it'll be fine. I'll come over and we'll set up some deathtraps.
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[personal profile] peaceamongworlds 2019-04-30 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[Yeah... It was horrible, all right.]

We're not going to get caught in the deathtraps, Waldo. This isn't my first time

Where are you RN?
peaceamongworlds: (#9)

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[personal profile] peaceamongworlds 2019-04-30 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
tell you what, I'll just head over to your place and get started

What's your electricity situation like, BTW? Can you have the blender and the toaster going at once or do you blow a fuse?

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[personal profile] peaceamongworlds 2019-05-02 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Good to know, Waldo. I'll see what I've got lying around here and head right over

Just LMK when you're heading home in case I need to disable anything
peaceamongworlds: (#5)

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[personal profile] peaceamongworlds 2019-10-24 01:50 pm (UTC)(link)
what's up, Waldo

Happy Halloween or w/e

There once was a boy who was a Halloween fanatic. He loved dressing up for Halloween, he loved pulling pranks and watching horror movies, and above everything else... he loved candy. One fateful year, while he went trick-or-treating, he visited a house. This house was creepy as hell! It was big, it was old, it smelled like a grandmother and it was owned by a happy, old rich couple. The boy came here thinking that he would be handed out big chocolate bars, because it was a rich person's house but when he knocked on their door... he was handed a bag of that shitty candy that nobody likes! Tootsie rolls, shitty flavoured dum-dums, those weird... peanut things... needless to say, the boy was heartbroken. He was so heartbroken that he died, right there on their porch and now, every Halloween he goes out and finds people to curse. He wants everyone to suffer the same way he did!

Everybody is already suffering from his curse!! Send this to ten people to break the curse, or to avoid getting cursed, or you'll be stuck looking freakier than usual for the rest of your life!!!!!!!!!!
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[personal profile] getmeoutofthedraft 2019-12-10 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Merry Christmas!

Your Secret Santa is Walter Strickler. "kairos" on the network. Price limit is whatever you want it to be, please gift something by December 24.

Ho, ho, ho!
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[personal profile] getmeoutofthedraft 2019-12-10 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
That's what you think.
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[personal profile] justbeingknife 2019-12-25 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ Outside the clinic is a package addressed to Butters. What's in the box?! It's a carefully wrapped couple of records, each filled with Bavan's greatest (or horrible, depending on personal preference) accordion hits.

There's a card signed with Majima's name: ]


I figured ya had a record player already, but if not, I'd be happy to get one for the clinic. Enjoy.