Tropers: The Series

"No! I want to know what happens next!"

Playing rescues the first page of the story, and puts it in a box.

"Well, at least the story ended with Taco loving a bottle."
CLONE!MAURICE: "By drinking it's contents!"
"Did y'all really have to write a story where Ford and I....?"
"Of course. We didn't want Taco to hate us any further."
"Ah. Y'all still lost your dessert privileges for the night."
"Rats."

"The story should end by Taco and the bottle (gulped down, of course) sharing secrets and then loving each other. Too bad the story beyond the first page was shredded, I think."

"I haven't shredded the pages... Yet."

“Could everyone just leave me and the Bottle alone if I tell you what happened?”

"Alright then. You two, get back in the room."
"See ya later then."
(Clone!Robin and Clone!Maurice then go back to the bedroom.)

"I would like to say 2 things. 1: In the story you wrote, you said you have 3 sex scenes with a bottle. 2: What happened with you and the bottle?"

“1. Playing, that was a fan fiction, and those scenes were thematically important, and 2.... *sigh*”

He just lays it out. “We all got stuck in a bottle once, and, I don’t know if it was the amount of time in there, or the lack of air, but I got kind of obsessed with the bottle, in a culty-Jonestowny-Scientologisty-Christiany-way. I think that that maybe lead to my lack of fulfillment in life and probably subconsciously helped add to my alcoholism.”

"Oh, smeg... Taco, I'm so sorry... Here, you can have the fanfic. It's actually a Chey/Ford bonkfest."
(Chey then gives the fanfic to Taco.)

"Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuure, Taco, those scenes were "really important". Keep telling yourself that."

"Yikes, Playing! Stop breaking your text box..."

A bell rings.

"One, what's wrong with breaking my text box? Um, yeah, see, a viewer, any viewer, would not be able to see it. Poem could be written about the viewer in there, and um, a viewer wouldn't see it."

The bell rings again.

“Chey, I don’t want to read your porn.”

Taco puts it into the shredder.

"I knew you were a-"

A bicycle's bell rings.

"Raven. They cause death, I think. I do know, but think midnights. It's dark, like a raven. Ravens like it there. Thinking, 'So what?' The bells of wrongness ring. Studies show that a lot of death happens when raven shows up."

one a poem a raven

Edited by Playing_with_boy on Oct 6th 2018 at 4:42:00 AM

“Alright Edgar Allan, what’s your wierd cryptic message this time?”

Edited by TacoBadger on Oct 6th 2018 at 6:39:44 AM

The bell rings.

"Dreary, dreary, dreary. Oh, Taco it's just Cadaeic Cadenza. Um, you tired? We just have 3823 digits more. Yes, not counting words and rings. Words in the future.

Edited by Playing_with_boy on Oct 6th 2018 at 5:13:49 AM

"Taco, I did not write that smut. Yeesh!"
(Chey then goes over to the window and watches the rain continue to pour down.)

Edited by EeveeGirlChey on Oct 6th 2018 at 6:56:32 AM

"Making him touch the bells of denying rumors (a ring) = weary Eevee, Taco! Still, the bells of denying rumors are touched silently in your eyes, loudly in his eyes. Yet, I am pondering on how you do it! The ringing bells of rumors will be touched for the last time!"

“So is it just that you’re emphazining words from The Raven? Is that today’s Schtick!?”

"It's a good thing Ford's passed the smeg out... Hmm, I better check on him."
(Chey goes over to the couch to check on Ford. She then grabs the blanket that was on the back of the couch and covers him up with it. Afterwards, Chey kisses Ford's forehead and goes back over to Taco and Playing.)
"Alright, all's good over there."

Edited by EeveeGirlChey on Oct 6th 2018 at 7:15:20 AM

The bell rings.

"Volumes and volumes could be written about the times you confused (extolling or not? No, neutral.) the parody (maybe) for the all "original" source material. Like, that time we went fishing. (By-now you should know this) You confused the-"

The bell rings again.

"Taylor Swift song "Look What You Made Me Do." with the Google translated version "What am I Doing? I did not mean to offend."

"Playing, I do not understand a single thing you're saying."

“What’s new?”

"I'm getting ready to either go play Jenga with the Gibbs or watch Ford sleep."

(Junon's watching A Game of Gods: Frontiers on her portable TV.)