04 🍎 Some cats, they know how to fight, some cats run

[sauntervaguelydownwards]

So let’s get this straight. Giant monsters attack cities all over the Pacific Rim [aaah he said the title!], slaughtering hundreds of people in destructive rampages, and three-quarters of you dive headfirst into glorified suits of armor to punch and shoot them.

Right. More proof that the lot of you are crazy.

[Private to Loki]
You, me, Monopoly. What do you say?

Comments

[sauntervaguelydownwards]

Oh? And what would you call tasteful?

[darknessb4me]

Fighting monsters in an enormous suit of armor.

[sauntervaguelydownwards]

If that's taste you are dripping with it. We ought to stick you on a runway.

[darknessb4me]

I know.

[sauntervaguelydownwards]

Does that suit really fit you or are you operating a complicated set of controls inside it?

[darknessb4me]

It's bespoke.

[He can barely operate a coffee maker, let alone a robot.]

If you can call a blacksmith a tailor, anyway. They usually prefer you don't.

[sauntervaguelydownwards]

They must have emptied out a mine for that thing.

[darknessb4me]

Very flattering. No.

[sauntervaguelydownwards]

Flattering? Most people wouldn't appreciate being told they're built like a brick privy.

[darknessb4me]

I like being taller than everyone else.

[He can loom. Looming is great.]