(Well shit) If ya insist, then.

No need to waste yer time on me. (Dear God what is this woman)

. . . Nothin', miss Chey. It's just... Erm... Healthier than I'm used to. Might give me a stomach ache if I eat it because of my poor diet.

If that's bread then I'm from England.

Are ya sure that's bread?? It looks like ya could hurt someone with it.

That ain't food. That's a biohazard.

Wot in tarnations, woman-

//i'm gonna say something and it's not going to be worded all pretty and may even ramble a bit. I'm not happy. I'm actually quite upset. I've been debating flipping or deleting Arthur since last night. And while people said they're not mad at me over it, I'm definitely upset. I'll start this by

//gonna be putting Arthur on a hiatus. Lrt is where I'll be. I'll be selective there

𝑶𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎

//yeah. Sorry. I'll go.

(Hands raised in defense) Whatever ya say, Jawz. I don't think he's got anythin' to do with the closet, though. If any of y'all need me, I'm goin' back home.

Yes ma'am?

I'm gonna laugh when he takes y'all out.

Jawz. Jawz, ya bloomin' idiot. He's infamous for a reason.

Guys. Do you know who that is? That's the most infamous raccoon ever.

//sonar only succeeded because he didn't see LD

Walks into SDN like she owns the place.

Ey! Ow! Stop that! (Defensively trying to lather and rinse the conditioner.)

Casually premonition of how bad this idea is. Stepping out of the way.

Ya just look like yer trouble.

Ya didn't even know ya had them. (Time for conditioner! Which means more water torture!)

I'm a growin' boy.

< Angrily ranting about fake meat yet again

" . " "It seems my life ain't gonna be long, then."

Yer under arrest for all of 'em.

. . . I think ya need a bath.

(He's just going to be angrily ranting for a while)

"Just don't wanna give ya a reason to end my life prematurely, ma'am."

I ordered a bacon cheeseburger.

You're bein' arrested. You know what you did.

I got a tofu burger again. . . . WHAT KIND OF YELLOW BELLIED DEGENERATE-

. . . Quickly un-lassoing. He would like to live.

Quit yer belly achin'. (Lather. Rinsing. Ew. Look at those bug bodies falling out. Gross.)

Ahem. Lasso's the reader.~

Y'all think I'm talkin' about you?

Damn degenerates.

@crftwrk.bsky.social @jawzzoflife.bsky.social 🤨

Please don't.

Yer doin' great. (He's getting some shampoo on those crusty locks. Working it in.) Look at ya, bein' all cool and brave.

. No one needs to know that.

//poor BEN being tortured in 4k

I knew it.

Easy, easy. We'll take it nice and slow, okay? Just keep yer eyes closed and we'll be done in no time. (Casually lifting him and carrying him into the shower. Like a traitor.)

Ya clearly missed it yesterday, then.

(Holding on tight.) Now now, calm down. I'll be right here the whole time. Just gonna wash out the mayo and get ya nice and clean. If ya do good, I'll even make ya some hot chocolate.

//imagine if there was an oc who's Logan's kid and their entire bio was "one of the unnamed spawn that may or may not be canon"

(Dragging him to the shower. Turning the water on.) Ya have used a shower before, right? Ya stand there, let water fall on ya. No drownin'.

Ya know what? Yer right. I'll let ya know when I come close to fix somethin' next time. At least it ain't nobody doin' things in the supply closet.

It's just water.