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[hungryhunter]

important survey

1. r u a robot?
☐ y
☐ n

2. if y, what kind of robot?

3. if ur a robot do u ever get like shut down or something
☐ y
☐ n

4. plz elaborate if u answered y 2 #3, or just explain ur robot sleeping habits or lack of them in general I guess. idk.

5. if u r not a robot what r u and do ur echoes affect ur sleep

6. whats ur favorite restaurant(so theres a q on here 4 every1 ok dont want any1 2 b left out)

plz and thank u this is 4 science

ps heres a checked up box thing ☑

Comments

[hungryhunter]

ok hit me bro

hit me baby 1 more time

[wasthatmymom]

if u think im havin this conversation w/ u in any instance other than over a molten hot cinnabun ur wrong, sister

[hungryhunter]

that srs huh........

ok im there gimme a time

[wasthatmymom]

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4: 20

[hungryhunter]

omg

i shouldve seen that coming

ur the best bro ever

[wasthatmymom]

yea u dont have 2 tell me twice

anyway ill be at ihop just come find the table with the giant afro sitting at it.

are we moving to action

[hungryhunter]

seeya soon

duuuuuuuh

[wasthatmymom]

[Hours later, or whatever, Connie is hanging back at iHop, singing "holla back girl" to himself as he waits]

[hungryhunter]

[Without saying anything, Sasha sneaks up behind him annnnnd...throws herself into the booth, slamming into him.]

[wasthatmymom]

[Connie short scrawny body is easily blown back.] HEY HEY HEY WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE ILL HAVE YOU KNOW I'M A BLACK BELT IN--Oh it's just Sasha.

[An exasperated sigh.]

You're lucky I didn't just bust out my sweet moves. [He says, still on his back and in the fetal position]

[hungryhunter]

Sweet moves my ass.

[Making herself comfortable.]

Sup, bro?

[wasthatmymom]

Not my grade point average, that's for sure.

[Looking to his left, he notices the waiter staring at him like he's a weirdo. Which he is.]

Yeah, two cinnabuns, on the double.

[Back to Sasha, he finally sits up.]

Any cool echoes lately?

[hungryhunter]

Not really. I'm waiting for my superpowers and yet, they never come...

[wasthatmymom]

Right? [Connie reaches up and runs his hand through his luxurious afro.]

It's like, will they ever?

Don't laugh at me, Sash...

But don't you kinda feel like dead weight sometimes? Everybody's gettin' all these echoes and I'm not. Total rip.

[hungryhunter]

Hey, it's probably just because our powers are too much for these people to handle yet...they are not ready. It's very sad really.

[wasthatmymom]

Dude, I know. We're probably the most top class out of anyone. Like on those animes where the most powerful guy doesn't show his powers 'till the very end.

...But shit. Seeing everyone else from our memory group all badass and skilled at fighting. I dunno. It's lame. It's lame and I feel lame and useless. Waiting sucks.

[hungryhunter]

This isn't even my final form.

Waiting does suck. But at least we have the International House of Pancakes to help us deal...

[wasthatmymom]

I guess so. [Sighs, and once the cinnabuns arrive, he begins to dig in with reckless abandon.]

You know...[munchmunchmunch]...I never thought I'd get tired of just being the king of memes, but here I am. I feel like I gotta do more, y'know? Get my super badassitude from my alternate universe self back....