Whatever I want, all the time…? [To Bill, that probably means countless different crimes, but to a child like Clover, that means “no bedtime” and “ice cream for dinner.”] Well, sure! That seems like a fun idea!

Sounds… fun! [Clover isn’t really sure what to think. A party sounds great, but then again, the planet being in disarray doesn’t exactly instill confidence.]

P…party…? [Clover seems more confused than ever now, as they watch the planet spin. They have no idea what’s going on.]

Who’re you!? What’re we doin’ up here!?

What the— how the— What is this!? How’d I git up here!?

//Y’all should make some UT(Y) muses if you want to bee tee dubs

//Fun fact: Clover has never received a Christmas present. Their family was always too poor to give gifts to one another

ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴜᴘ ʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴍᴀɴ, ɪ'ᴍ ɪɴ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏꜱᴇ

Oh… well, shoot.

Cain’t ya try?

Well, that there jus’ depends. Which dog?

There’s a weddin’!?!?!? Who’s gettin’ hitched!?

[Clover’s facial expression does not change. They take a few more steps back, now relying on their marksmanship to make a critical hit.] [They steady their hands, aim at one of the technorovers, and…] (𝘽𝘼𝙉𝙂!!!) +

(𝘽𝘼𝙉𝙂!!!) [An explosive round is fired at the first rock man to enter the dimension.] (𝘽𝘼𝙉𝙂!!!) [Then the second. Clover takes a step back.]

I’ve heard that from ya before. [Clover turns around to look.]

[Clover says nothing, simply reloading their weapon with explosive flint rounds. They care not about the rocks.]

Shut up. Git outta my sight.

//Clover don’t shoot Shredder on sight challenge IMPOSSIBLE

Still think yer above me, do ya? Seems y’need a lil’ reminder. (𝘽𝘼𝙉𝙂!!!) [The bullet finds “Shredder’s” foot with ease.]

Then maybe we oughta do a little REENACTMENT. [Drawing their weapon.]

✱ . . . It might be okay. ▹ #utrp/#drrp ▹ sfw only. ▹ spoilers ahead. ✎ : #angelicbutterflies

Th’ one where I pumped you full’o LEAD. Did I give ya amnesia, too?

…Surprised y’survived our last meetin’.

[Cowpoke on the TL.]

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥? 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬? 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬? 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬; 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞!

//Hi chat does anyone wanna write

Havin’ a proper Thanksgivin’s amazin’! I’s never had so much food in one sittin’ before!

─── 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐌

[Looking at all of the various Kris-es at the dinner table.]

//Clover HATES wasting food btw, mainly because they grew up in such a poor household

[Clover is now plucking and cleaning a turkey. It seems their hunt was successful!]

[Clover is now plucking and cleaning a turkey. It seems their hunt was successful!]

[Clover is quietly moving through the woods. They may or may not be hunting for a turkey.]

[Clover is quietly moving through the woods. They may or may not be hunting for a turkey.]

//LRT new muse… go my Cloverlings

𝘽𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙨, 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙎 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚 𝙅𝙐𝙎𝙏 𝙖𝙨 𝘿𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙇𝙔. ＲＯＳＥ #PORTALRP | #MVRP #VALVERP | #MTCRP

//Btw my little gangalangs I suddenly have muse for my Portal account… go follow @corescientist.bsky.social for more of my hijinks

//Btw my little gangalangs I suddenly have muse for my Portal account… go follow @corescientist.bsky.social for more of my hijinks

//I’ve been wanting to do that

[Clover spits into a nearby spittoon. Nothing was in their mouth, they just wanted to look cool.]

//I have a silly idea

[Before Shredder can even reach Clover,] (𝘽𝘼𝙉𝙂!!!) (𝘽𝘼𝙉𝙂!!!) (𝘽𝘼𝙉𝙂!!!) (𝘽𝘼𝙉𝙂!!!) (𝘽𝘼𝙉𝙂!!!) [The other five rounds exit the chamber, all tearing through Shredder’s arms. Once again, causing no permanent damage, but hurting to almost no end.] +

(𝘽𝘼𝙉𝙂!!!) [The bullet travels through the back of Shredder’s head, exiting through the right side of his face. Thankfully, it didn’t hit the brain or anything, but the pain and bleeding are intense.]

[Pulling the hammer back.] I mean it. I am about to blow yer head off. [There’s a sudden seriousness in their voice… their tone dripping with disdain.]

[At this point, something in Clover snaps. They nonchalantly upholster their Wild Revolver, pointing it at Shredder.] Enough.

I mean it.

It is a BLIND. FOLD. This is in poor taste, Shredder, yer startin’ t’ tick me off.

[Watching from the sideline.]

It’s got a nice ring to it, y’must admit.