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[ficklefuckwit]

[There are a lot of inkblots, like Jake is tapping his pen against the paper rapid-fire. Then there's an entire green smear across the page, like he knocked his entire thing of ink over onto it. Finally, there are words.]

Confound it i just cant stop shaking.
Dirk roxy i need to speak with you both posthaste im in a bit of a tizz here.

[He makes an attempt at a filter, but fails splendiforously at it.]

What would be a good halloween costume to pair with a flapper?

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[ficklefuckwit]

Does that mean we're going to grow up to become robots? How does that work?

[givesyouaboner]

Maybe. Or maybe robots take our bodies and use them as a disguise.

[ficklefuckwit]

[Jake just pushes at him gently.]

You're ridiculous.

[givesyouaboner]

_{[He's trying not to laugh.]}

But Jake. Jake. Think about it. What if robots rule the world. What if this is all just an illusion and we're really being grown and harvested by robots.

[ficklefuckwit]

[Jake takes this moment to shove him over and lay on him.]

Generally I'm the one coming up with the ridiculous theories like this, have we switched brains, too? Oh no! It's the robots, Dirk.

[givesyouaboner]

_{[Dirk play swats at him, but now that there's a Jake on him, he can't stop the laughter. Don't judge him.]}

The transition has already started! Soon we'll just be their servants! No more free will for us.

[ficklefuckwit]

Oh noooooo. [He rolls around with Dirk, feigning dismay.]

[givesyouaboner]

_{[He shrieks, rolling too. Careful, or they'll fall off the bed.]}

What ever will we do!

[ficklefuckwit]

Oh no-- Dirk! Dirk I think I'm turning into a robot!!

[He starts doing a hilarious disjointed thing where he moves his arms like a broken toaster.] Danger, Will Robinson! Danger!!

[givesyouaboner]

_{[That girly screech is definitely not coming from Dirk's mouth.]}

Oh no! Jake! Don't turn--

-- Imminent destruction of humanity is now in progress.