Anonymous asked you:
I’m sorry, I may be hassling you unnecessarily, but what sort of plasma thing? (From romcom.) Would it have safety measures at all? My experiences with a plasma cutter was it required a clamp on something metal to make an arc, pulling up on a little lever and hitting the trigger. Maybe a plasma torch is different? (If it can, in fact, be turned on by pants, I will probably huff and stomp about. Because dangerous device! Pants! He should know better than to keep it on while sex!) Sorry to bother.
JM: And you wonder why we keep conquering your planets. I bet your species doesn’t even let its young do major construction unsupervised.
Damn. I never anticipated shipping Dave<3Equius so I’m kind of flabbergastedly delighted that that is EXACTLY what I am doing now — at least, if troll!Dave counts. Thank you for Troll Romcom. It is wonderful.
JM: Well aren’t you just the cutest thing? I’d give you an affectionate noogie, but I’d probably break your neck.
Anonymous asked: I just wanted to let you know that highblood!Dave makes me happy in ways I didn’t even know were possible. Like, even more than awkward British, “You’re crippled. Want some tea?” on Downton Abbey. It’s awesome. You’re awesome. Troll RomCom is awesome. Wow, I’m sappy - let’s anon.
JM: See, the thing is, I happen to have a particular fondness for crazy indigos.
SK: ssh! don’t wake up the pouncebeast, i’m collecting naptons!
JM: I may regret asking this, but… why is the pouncebeast green?
SK: i did that experiment PERIGEES ago, jethro! pay attention!