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

Comments

[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.