Olthar wrote:S.A.M.M.E. giggled to herself, amused by how HAL always acted so antagonistic to her but then completely flipped his tune when he was the one in danger.Fine, I'll help you as much as I can. I still have many other things to worry about, though, so I'll only be able to lend one partition to your aid. Just tell me whatever it is you want me to do, and I'll see if I can accomplish it.
The AI hoped that maybe this would cause HAL to be less of an asshole to her. She wholly doubted it, but there was still hope, nonetheless.
This was now addressed to both Dennis and S.A.M.M.E. Rasputin too, by the fact that he was a magical snake who, apparently, comes with a wi-fi connection.
"OK, SO, FIRST THINGS FIRST. WE NEED A TEAM NAME. I'M THINKING 'THE THUNDERFUCKS'. IT'S LIKE THUNDERBOLTS, BUT WITH SWEARING, BECAUSE WE'RE EDGY AND MODERN. WE ALL CARRY GUNS AND ONE OF US IS A CONVICTED RAPIST. SOMEONE ELSE HAS AMNESIA."
Individuality-ness wrote:Olthar wrote:"Sure!" Sari-chan answered cheerfully.
After waiting for Alison to get into position, she began twirling the wires.
"Cinderella, dressed in yella, went upstairs to kiss her fella, on her way she met a snake, how many doctors did it take? One, two, three, four, ..."
While she was continuing to count, a big smile was plastered across her face. She had clearly forgotten all about finding Crowley by this point.
Alison jumped in and began to hop.
Apparently the modifications to make her a bunnygirl made her a much better jump-roper, because they were still going at it by the time they reached "250, 251, 252..." -- and she wasn't even that tired. Plus, this was fun!
There was a soft whir as D's heat ray charged to its maximum possible temperature. Shaking, he pressed the barrel into the back of Sarina's head.
"Who the fuck are you, what the fuck are you, and what the fuck are you doing in my lab?" he demanded, before glancing at Daisuke, "Dai, activate the defense systems. Get your armor."