CALL ME OUT

[bootyhunter]

CALL ME OUT:

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Currently writing Dandy (Space Dandy) / Rex Splode (Invincible) / and Simon Laurent (Infinity Train)

bootyhunter / himbomb / incelligent



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*Note: Sakamoto Tatsuma (Gintama) kaihentai and Asher Millstone (How to Get Away With Murder) moneyballer available on request



Also voicetesting Mike Wazowski (Monsters Inc) googlybear / Eddy (Ed, Edd, n' Eddy) edboy / Reagan Ridley (Inside Job) madcryentist / Abdul Ali (Squid Game) aitbaar / Portia Davenport (Search Party) portialain / Elliot Goss (Search Party) confabulous / Fleabag (Fleabag) feminitwit / Johnny Bravo (Johny Bravo) pretteh / and Joel Hammond (Santa Clarita Diet) screechy

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[bootyhunter]

[In response to that nickname, Dandy answers with a sing-songy, "nyeh nyeh" tone of a gradeschooler:]

You're the one who dingles his doingle when grandmas start to bend over.

Y'know, 'cause of their bad backs?

[Dandy, don't clock Nandor for that! You've just predicted your own future. Honesty, retirement home Dandy is probably a thing in at least one of his many variations. When asked as to how he acquired that information, Dandy simply ignores Nandor, opening a drawer and rifling through it.]

It's okay. You can just say creaky bones make ya wanna bark at the moon!

Oh, wait, shit, that's... Sorry, what exactly are you again? A zombie? You just... You're so hairy, it seemed like you were one of the bark-barkety types, Nandy-baby.

[Oh no, there she is. He stumbles upon a photo of the antwife. This may as well be one of those cartoon sequences where a man's eyes pop out of his head and physically move all over the picture.]

God, what a babe! Can you believe that bastard could score this hot of a chick? Man, what's with all these jerks and their smokin' ladies! All of these great gals have got such a major thing for grade-A shmucks you'd think it was a disease or somethin'.

[fuckingguy]

You know, it is actually very disrespectful for you to conflate all supernatural people like you are doing? Do not answer that, it was a rhetorical question. [ Blissfully ignorant of the fact that this went without saying, he notes Dandy's AWOOGA reaction and irritatedly growls: ] Give me this!

[ He roughly grabs for the picture, and regardless of his success or failure in getting his hands on it, Nandor gets an eyeful of what is... an ant. There is no mistaking that this is just an ant woman. ]

Eeh... wow.

[ And, like, he's kind of thinking about it? He's not not into it? Still, the mandibles... bit of a dealbreaker. ]

Such dominant genes.

[ You know, because this is definitely Mark's mom! His eyes shift away from antwife momentarily, long enough for him to take sight of another photo. He picks it up and looks at it closely: Nolan, a smaller Mark, and an unfamiliar woman, standing in the kind of brilliant sunlight he hasn't felt for 700 years. Mark's smile is missing a few teeth. His father is mussing his hair. The woman, objectively more attractive than the ant, appears to have been captured mid-laugh. They all look happy. ]

This one must be Mark's mother. [ well at least he got there eventually ] You think it was like a three-way situation, or...?

[bootyhunter]

Hey! You're the one who thinks paper mache is spooky.

[He is referring to Nandor's use of the phrase "creepy paper" to describe crepe paper. Dandy growls, but other than the useless man-noise, he doesn't seem to cling too strongly to the photo.

Now, it's not entirely certain whether Dandy's lack of intelligence is the result of one too many warp sessions, his terrifying black hole of a galaxy brain, or simply being dumb from the very start, but... Anything scientific, especially outside of a scientific context, falls on deaf ears. Therefore, he interprets the phrase "dominant genes" to mean "dominant jeans."]

What? No, no! How could you possibly say that? The fabric's all friggin' wrong!

She'd have to be rockin' leather or PVC to be that kinda broad.

[Poor Debbie. She doesn't deserve this slander or any that's going to follow.]

Oh, you mean the kid who just got his brain slapped outta his skull? Oof.

[Sensitive™.]

Wouldn't he have come out of one hoo-hah? Unless it was more complicated than that...

[oh no he's thinking, dandy, please don't think, there's nothing up there, hence any wheels turning would be ultimately useless-]

You think they pointed their lady parts at each other and started chanting, or whatever? And then the baby just fell out?. Man.

His [*Nolan's] home planet did sound super nutso, soooo... Yeah.

It could happen.