[While Faye awakens in an unglamorous fashion, the pyonium-containing space cadet continues to slumber, if not entirely comfortably. His poof of hair has deflated into a style that could be described as half-up, half-down for Dandy... Yikes.
When the pistol-packing pretty girl moves her body away from him, he drowsily reaches over to one of the wet patches on his shirt, scratching like a primate and belting out some lyrics to the tune of the perennial classic, "It's Raining Men-"]
[Okay, that last part was definitely an ad-lib. His nose wrinkles as he finally opens his all-too-crusty eyes, looking down at the mess of drool and lipstick on his red Henley.]
HAH?! For the love of all that's round and squishay-
[Does any of the dialogue you type ever give YOU a migraine-]
Is the ceiling leakin' or did Meow throw up in the plants again? QT? MEOW?!
[He yells loudly, turning over to catch sight of-]
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When the pistol-packing pretty girl moves her body away from him, he drowsily reaches over to one of the wet patches on his shirt, scratching like a primate and belting out some lyrics to the tune of the perennial classic, "It's Raining Men-"]
It's rainin' butts! Hallelujah, it's rainin' butts, ohhhh yeah~♪!
Jiggle Jiggle.
[Okay, that last part was definitely an ad-lib. His nose wrinkles as he finally opens his all-too-crusty eyes, looking down at the mess of drool and lipstick on his red Henley.]
HAH?! For the love of all that's round and squishay-
[Does any of the dialogue you type ever give YOU a migraine-]
Is the ceiling leakin' or did Meow throw up in the plants again? QT? MEOW?!
[He yells loudly, turning over to catch sight of-]