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" Not off the top of my head, but if you've got a recipe for pernil I can make it. "
β β kinda craving pernil. . . maybe witβ some yellow rice. you know what that is ? β
At least he's more than well built. " ...soooo how have yoooou been? "
β . . . uuuuhuh. riiiight, right . ( . . . damn, iβm talkinβ to a geek ? ) β
He's quickly yanking off a patch and quickly spraying a bloodied wound with the foam, conforming with the shape of the wound and its' depth before it got to work internally, imprinting Hop's DNA into its' material before it began to process the tissues it needed. For just a small can of foam, it-
While he's here, he takes a moment to kind of glance over the cockpit he obviously can't fit into, but is just sort of leaning over. "This is yours? It's impressive... a mech, is it? Or some sort of warship."
//i do that one meme with my dog all the time lol
//i have the one and a personal
"...crushing turts. perchance. "
" OH you do mean me- " " Sorry, Jasmine. I'm a little dumb some days. " He's dumb /most/ days.
β . . . you just gonnaβ keep lookinβ at me stupid, or ? β
" ...what about non-alcoholic beer? Or a virgin cocktail? It won't get you slizzer'd but it's close enough to drinking it. "
" thank ya, sugar. it's not my cup of tea though. "
" Can we not have the feats of strength today? Festivus isn't for another 4 months. "
" ...you're not /wrong/. Then again I don't really believe, i'm more of a "something's up there and I don't know what it is. "
"dude, god hates everyone."
" I just wished for the nightmares to stop and that fucker supernova'd. "
"fuckass stars, man. so selective with their wishes."
" Yeah, well, I'm no god and God hates me. "
"sounds like a mortal issue to me, pal."
The first thing he does is engage his missile batteries mounted on DEATH ADDER's shoulders, sending a barrage of seeking projectiles to clear a path. He's going to attempt smashing through what he can that hadn't been blown up by his missiles, picking up exo-suited troopers and slinging them-
+ they're stacking up at breach points. You're alone and boxed into a corner, with no map, on a ship full of ex-pirates. How do you turn the tables, ideally before you run out of ammo? //BTW, I love everyone else's magical muses, but I ALSO love a good mil-sci-fi action scene. Thanks!
//i kind of want to write Judge Dredd but i feel with Hop it's basically Still Hop Without The Mech And The Emotional Attachment
" Hopper, though most people here call me Hop. I'm just a mech pilot who somehow hasn't died in action. Got close more than a couple of times, though... "
he himself giggles in response. "tell me about it, bud. anyway, what' s yer name, kid? mine's bendy. cartoon turned all-powerful demonic overlord, at yer service. figuratively, of course. I don't got no boss."
This isn't even that shocking at this point, with how much he's seen from the War up til now. " That's gonna need a baby asprin, man. " He's snickering.
"nah, the armour makes ya look fit as a fiddle, i wouldn't worry about it." he pauses. "s'cuse me a sec, i got a killer headache-" he splits his head open right down the middle, revealing a second mouth. he uses that mouth to breathe for a few moments before closing it like it was never there.
" I know, that's the combat experience, though I need to start eating a little better. My rations are a little eh. "
he pauses. "wait, how tall am i bein'-?" he pulls out a ruler from thin air. "oh. i'm smaller than i usually is. my bad." he's suddenly standing in front of hopper at three feet tall. "still pretty big, though."