( standing outside their house. holding a boombox. it's playing His Tune. how he managed this is beyond me )

my tune waits for no one

Listen to my tune, Girl

hey lunus listen to my tune again

...

who the fuck is noaka

damn. rest in peace dust man o7

oh don't worry about it

not the one you're thinking of, but yes, my name is wood man.

( out of nowhere. where did he come from? ) hey that's my face. not nice >:[

FUCK susie wants me back on the channel

its fucking susie

ok lunus. check this out. youtu.be/Otx6ftgbxwc?...

little guy is a state of mind. ☝️

WHAT THE HELL MAN

funny guy works nicely.

you are near half my size, apologies for me criticizing your INCORRECT choice of words

lunus im like six foot three and wide enough to match, im not a little guy

i should reprise my role as the 8 bit beast

// honest to god wood man feels like a shitpost muse spectre would have

my balls itch

alright then buddy sounds like you're set. make sure it's cold water, it'll wake your nerves up faster. have fun

have fun. if the trip goes south put on calming music and drink some water. reploids drink right

yknow being able to reattach missing arms and all, you'd think a twisted ankle would mean nothing

..sorry, bud. haven't been around here long enough to know any cool punching spots. besides, i'm not much of a puncher myself.

not really.

i'd offer my chassis as a test, but that wouldn't be a challenge.

anythin'?

younlook like it too

uhhhhhhh ( rides through pockets that weren't there before, spilling a copious amount of loose white powder on the ground ) whoops

god forbid a woman do anything

oh hey smooth criminal is playing

ok don't just accept drugs from anyone

only one way to find out.

Fucking Machines, Literally and Figuratively

..i mean i was the one who explained everything

that was gonna be, like, the whole surprise. you were gonna "kill" me and then i was gonna show up like 3 hours later and scare the shit out of you. it was gonna be funny

nah. the damage would just go away after a while.

Yes, I'm fucking sure. i live in a place where most people are figments. in fact, i'm weird because i was /made/ and didn't just form.

dunno how to explain it better. it's why my helmet looks different, too

nah. everyone's.

because i'm not part of everyone. i'm just a figment.

I. Can't. Die.

can't die.

my whole purpose was to keep someone's memory alive. wasn't made to do anything else.

did that change your mind or something?

i like that big ass bird guy

i tried to punch a small child and my arm popped off, i don't think i can prepare