animus_network | 005 ♑ [fifth honk]

A BrOtHeR AiN'T TrYiN To gEt hIs hArSh aLl oN OvEr nOtHiNg sMaLl oR NoThIn
ExCePt tHiS MoThErFuCkIn nOiSe iS Up aNd gOiN FrOm sMaLl sPuDs tO FuCkInG SHIT.
IN LESS MOTHERFUCKING TIME THAN IT TAKES THE FUCKIN OPTIMISTIFFS IN THIS JOINT.
to all let fly from their.
MOTHERFUCKING TRAPS.
about how all it's gonna be gettin.
SO MUCH MOTHERFUCKING.
bEtTeR
BuT It dOn't gEt bEtTeR, mY BrOtHeRs aNd bItChEs
It aIn't nEvEr gOnNa gEt nO BeTtEr
No mAtTeR HoW MuCh sPaRkLy fLuFfY NoIsE AnY OnE MoThErFuCkEr's gOnNa wAnNa pUkE AlL OvEr tHe
MOTHERFUCKING.
truth.

ThEy tAkE A BrOtHeR AnD CuT HiM ThE FuCk oPeN
ShOvE ShIt iN HiM WhAt's nOt nEvEr sUpPoSeD To aLl bEiNg iNsIdE
CrEeP AnD CrAwL AlL Up iN HiS FrIeD OuT PaN LiKe iT AiN'T BeEn bLoWn tO BiTs aLrEaDy
MaKe hIm gEt aLl uP In tHe hArShEsT BuSiNeSs wItH HiS ReSpItEbLoCkBrOs
SpEnD HiS SlEePtImE In tHe hAlLs wHeRe hE CaN'T GeT No mOtHeRfUcKiNg sHuTeYe
RiP ThEm gOoD BrOs hE Be aLl sPlItTiN ThIs mOtHeRfUcKiN ShItHoLe wItH FrOm hIm
MaKe tHeM GoNe fOrEvEr
without saying MOTHERFUCKING GOOD bye.
GiVe iN HiM SoMe WICKED MOTHERFUCKING URGES.
that he all ain't never been to feeling before.
MAKE HIM QUESTION his.
mother.
FUCKING SELF.

WhO ArE YoU, mOtHeRfUcKeR?

HaHa
HAHA.
haha.
HONK.
honk.
HONK.
honk.

WHO THE MOTHER FUCK AM I?

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Well, it's my hope that by popping you in the jaw, you'd stop being a fucking whack job and NOT ascend into crazy murder-tier.

If that didn't work I might have to find an elephant tranquilizer for next time.

[He smacked his tongue around his mouth rather obnoxiously, trying to wake up his fizzled-out nerves and get the blood out of there. She may not have been the strongest slugger, but popping his lip into his teeth like that didn't do any good for anyone. If he was a considerate person, he'd worry for her knuckles.]

Well.

[Smack, smack, smack went his tongue.]

Fuckin' bloated-ath lip might be all makin' it hard to conthentrate on gettin' nathty, I motherfuckin' gueth.

[Admittedly she's finding it pretty hard to not let out a bit of a chuckle at his new lisp. At least she wasn't terrified of a psychopathic clown now though!]

That was the plan. [She said as if it totally was her plan all along, holding up her injured hand to shape it into a thumbs up. Not, one of her better ideas.]

Just call me Jade Strider, Insanity Boxer.

[Don't let your guard down so easily, Jade. He may have no real motive for violence at the moment (you've proven yourself to be quite the decent bro, after all), but this motherfucker is one volatile piece of shit.]

Lookth like Inthanity Boxther'th went to all fuck up hith motherfuckin' fingerth.

[Where there should have been sympathy, or maybe some guilt, there was only a rolling snicker. Real nice.]

[Well that comment suddenly made her feel more self conscious about the fact that she can't move her fingers very well instead of being worried about the pain. She (carefully) returned her hand to a neutral position and looked at it with a frown, her giant sunglasses thankfully hiding most of the embarrassment.]

Yep. Turns out that when an unstoppable fist meets an immovable jawbone, the hand's gonna get jacked up to all hell.

[They don't usually show that part in the movies.]

[Gamzee's anger levels were surprisingly stagnant for just getting punched in the mouth. This interaction and the painful swelling that had begun on his face had served their purpose as a decent distraction from listening to the shouting match echoing through his brain. He laughs a little too loudly, this time.]

Wath it all feelin' motherfuckin' good? When you did that thit?

[OK weird laugh. At least he wasn't talking as weird as he had been on the computer. Er, she hoped.]

Hmmmmm nah I gotta say my hand kind of feels like it's being ripped apart on the inside by some paradoxspatial black hole. [That sentence totally made sense.] But if you need another tooth broken to get you to calm your fuckin' tits, I'm willing to make that sarcrifice.

[He really is in no position to be criticizing her sentence structure, honestly. Not that he even noticed her made-up word. His whole basis for living was more or less made up of fake words.]

Ain't what all I wath to be fuckin' meaning, girl.

[He exhales shakily, getting a little lost and a little exhilarated at the thought of what he really meant.]

I'm meanin' like, did it feel good. Up under your motherfuckin' boneth and your fuckin' thkin, when you went to thtick your fuckin' fitht all up on my motherfuckin' fathe!?

[He was practically giddy by now, clenching and unclenching his fists as he eagerly awaited her response.]

[She would be staring at him incredulously if that was cool, but it wasn't, so she's just kind of staring blankly instead.]

Not really. I mean I'm no pussy ass pacifist, but there's not much of a drug hit just from punching a guy who asked you to punch him.

[TCH!!!]

You sayin' I'm all to be being some sort of small motherfuckin' veggiespuds, my tiny little pinky!?

No....?

[She had no real idea what he was saying, but he was pretty sure he was insinuating that she was insulting him.]

I'm just saying I'm not that crazy about having to punch a bro, but I'll do it if that's the duty required of me.

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casually immortalizes "sarcrifice"

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