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Comments

[unconchonable]

Sounds like a conwoluted waste a time. By the time you got all of 'em, you could hawe trained somethin' better.

[The Snivy definitely preens at being called handsome. Why thank you, Alphinaud, he might actually spare you a glance. Feel honored, he barely even looks at Eridan most the time.]

Yeah, whatewer, don't fluff his ego, he hardly fuckin' needs it.

[Moving along, he scoffs.]

I dunno, last sandsucker I showed this guy to couldn't handle it. Nearly blew out his innards tryin' to wrap his pan around how bloody fuckin' AWESOME it is.

[Or, it could have been the smell, but you know, whatever!]

[stratezeitgeist]

My aim is not to get all of them— I'm studying its evolution. [was this guy even really listening? Oh well.]

[Blew out his innards.... What a colorful vocabulary on this... boy. Anyway, this is such obvious horseshit, Alphinaud thinks but precisely in those words.]

How magnanimous of you to spare others such a grisly fate. [he smiles] Perhaps you should just describe it to me. [Alphinaud picks up his pen, ready to jot notes and sketch whatever comes out of this guy's mouth.]

Doubly so should you believe you have discovered a new species. One deserving of the ego-fluffing you are so willingly bestowing upon it.

[unconchonable]

Yeah, whatewer. Point remains.

[...FUCK.

Eridan pauses, as if thinking the most thoughtful of thoughts, but truth be told he's panicking trying to think of a really kickass way to describe his trubbish...

Or, maybe something else entirely.]

Well, that works. You gonna take notes, I guess?

[yeah, he's stalling.]

[stratezeitgeist]

Aye, that is indeed the purpose of my pen and paper.

[smile] Go on, then. My mind awaits your telling of its splendor.

[unconchonable]

Right.

[Eridan clears his throat, straightening his scarf, before continuing in a casual tone, as if he isn't lying straight out of his nook.]

Well, it's like a scalebeast—no arms and no legs—just big as shit feathery wings. It almost has a head like a person, but instead of a normal face, there's no definin' features beyond its horrific fuckin' maw and the sharp as fuck teeth protrudin' from it. Lookin' at it directly ain't gonna garner you much in terms of details neither, 'cos they're likely gonna be tryin' to eat your fuckin' face off before you can ewen discern its color, beyond the fact that it mowes far too quick for the untrained eye to track.

So, you know, like some kinda serpent with flapbeast wings, and a person head. I'm sure it ain't like nothin' you'we seen here yet.

[Eridan, that's because you just described the angels on your planet, you absolute moron.]

Lettin' it outta its ball all flippant like is askin' for disaster, so not only is it a sight to fuckin' behold, but I ain't lookin' to have to worry about the unceasin' destruction it can afford and will ultimately deliwer to the surroundin' area. I'm sure you can understand.

[AW YEAH, TAKE THAT PERFECT LIE AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS, ALPHILOSER!!]