A puppet on strriiiinngggsss- is noo maaatch for one who has no strriiinnggsss to saayyyy~
I know your bodyyy~ It was mine beforeeeee you stole it from meeeeee~
-the doll decides its' going to tank a strike, in order to dig some knives in-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post…
(Sighs and rubs Archer's arm again.)
(HWOARGH)
(SPINDLY LITTLE WIMP MAN LIFTING GIANT MACHINE WITH OTHER, MORE MUSCULAR MAN)
(Starts walking it back towards the main room, his general being making that weird, electric hum.)
I am doing very well, Luis. How about yourself?
(Smells the sammich, but thinks it would be presumptuous to ask for one.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-The man is stabbed, after bashing the side of the machine's head-
-No pain-
These nerves are dead.
-It takes its other hand, white-hot color spurting from the fingers, and tries digging them into the machine-
YES INTO FUCKING SPACE!
You thought it would be funny to send a truck up to give the moon a car.

"Not, not much..."