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[arollingstone]

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[arollingstone]

must be some nurses shit

thank yuo seriuosly. ive been itchng to get out of here

before i taer my skin off anyway

whats the plan stan

[unmakes]

HELLA nurses. used to working outside the clinic etc cause of all the shady shit going down back home so they're gonna do great

the plan is brilliant yet simplistic. one might even call it intuitive.
it consists of
you + me + pony + booze
great right??
(okay okay details - TONIGHT and at pony's house and we don't have to bring shit, just show up and be awesome)

[arollingstone]

A bucket? [TJ repeated again, utterly befuddled.] Y'know, you're gettin' me real curious about what y'all keep between your pegs.

[arollingstone]

yuo are withuot a duobt my favorit mathmatican girl

where dos this pony guy live anyway?

[polariity]

Alath, you will never know. Maybe. [But he's grinning a bit.] But we produce a lot of genetic material. Thupposed to go into a bucket, which you give to a drone, which goeth to the Mother Grub, but here I gueth you'd... I dunno, clean it out or thomething.

[unmakes]

not too far from your own little shindig actually o:

at the radio shop thing down on the boardwalk with this dude named cherry cola

[arollingstone]

[The nativity wasn't so strong in TJ that he couldn't gather what "genetic material" stood for. Eugh. Cue him pulling a face.]

I'm gonna guess your species gets knocked up real easy.

[arollingstone]

cola? shit i know that guy

i'm there

[polariity]

...Knocked up?

[???]

[arollingstone]

Y'know, preggers! Eatin' for two? With child? ... Bun in the oven?

[polariity]

[???]

Trollth can't procreate with one another. I mean, like- jutht one another. We need a Mother Grub.

[arollingstone]

[???]

Wait--huh? I mean, wait, you said that, but I just thought... [Honestly, TJ didn't know what he thought.] The hell is all the 'genetic material' for then?

[polariity]

You put it in a bucket. You give the bucket to an Imperial Drone. The drone giveth it to the Mother Grub, who taketh it in, mixeth all the material of the race together, and then popth out eggth.

[You know, like you do.]

[arollingstone]

[NO, THAT IS NOT LIKE YOU DO.]

... Shit, man. [TJ shook his head, letting out a profoundly deep breath. The hell, Psii.] Trolls are fuckin' complicated.

[polariity]

It'sth totally thimple- okay, come on. [He thwacked TJ in the shoulder.] If you and Amal wanted to produce thpawn, how would you do it? Which one of you carrieth the bun or whatever the hell you were talking about?

[arollingstone]

[TJ returned the thwack, along with a long, prolonged groan.]

Okay, man, there is so much wrong with that statement. I dunno about trolls, but two dudes ain't got the required interlockin' parts. [He paused for a beat.] I mean, they interlock, but it sure don't lead to a baby.

To have a kid, it takes a dude and a chick. Like, there's adoption n' stuff, but dude n' a chick have to be involved at some point along the assembly line.

[polariity]

Weird. Why do you need a dude and a chick? That thounds complicated to me.

[Get two trolls together, regardless of gender, and wham bam, you can contribute to the slurry. So simple.]

[arollingstone]

We don't got the parts. [With a vague gesture that covered just about everything from the rib cage down, TJ shrugged.] 'Least I don't. Babies grow inside people, n' they only grow inside people with the right functionality.

So not me n' not Amal, for starters. [TJ liked kids, but there was no repressing the slight crease in his brow at the thought. That would be a weird looking kid.] You're sayin' trolls all got the same parts?

[polariity]

They grow inthide you? Eeeeeeeewwww.

[The response is slightly exaggerated, but still. Gross.]

All trollth can produce material together to put in a bucket, gender hath nothing to do with it.

[arollingstone]

Hey man, not all humans are down with the creepy fetus thing, either.

[Not that the idea particularly rankled him, but he'd known more than one girl in his life who curled up like a pillbug at the mention of a sentient growth inside them.]

Guess that's... kinda cool, actually. So does that mean it ain't a thing who you're with?

[polariity]

Well, I mean, it can be- like, if you hook up in the red with your thapde'th moirail, thit ith gonna be awkward, and perthonally, I don't think a romance between a highblood and a lowblood will ever really end well...

...Are you talking about thomething elthe?

[arollingstone]

[For a guy still getting used to the jargon, TJ took a hair longer to parse the inter-complications Psii was describing.

Though, when his friend called attention to the issue at hand, he couldn't help but shrug sheepishly. It was kind of an odd question, but hell. He was curious.]

I jus' meant like, is 'gay' even a thing with y'all?

[polariity]

I'm getting the dithtinct feeling that meanth thomething different in human language than in Alternian, becauthe all that'sth coming to mind ith, like, obnoxiouthly bright or cheerful.

[arollingstone]

Well, it means that for us, too. But it also means like, two dudes or two ladies doin' the nasty. [A beat.] Or just like, any romantic shit at all.

You guys don't have a word for that?

[polariity]

You do?

[So no.]

A matesprit ith a matesprit, no one giveth a fuck about gender, and that goeth for the other quadrantsth too. I mean, thome people have a preference- Dolo wath a ladykiller, believe me, but it'sth like having a preference for bigger hornth or whatever.