4th Gumball - Phone/Action

[connedviakeyboard]

[Well, someone isn't happy now that he's back to normal and away from the effects mint has on him. To say he was embarrassed would be putting it lightly; Benson was out and out ashamed. And he dealt with shame the way he dealt with everything else: by being angry as hell and trying to bottle it up.

Either way? He owed some apologies to people.]

[Phone]

...Look. I know that there were a few people I might've been...uncouth towards, a few days ago. Okay. I guess that's putting it lightly. I was acting like an asshole. And I'm sorry. That's not what I'm usually like. It really, really isn't, and I don't know what came over me. It won't happen again.

[Phone - Filtered to Mordecai]

Yeah, hi.

Let's pretend Valentine's Day didn't happen, alright?

[Action - Outside 507 Ricardo Street]

[If you're going by Ricardo Street today, feel free to notice the man who lives at 507 removing every single potted plant he could find in the house, hell, everything that could conceivably be called vegetable matter, and placing it on the sidewalk. Watch in amazement as he takes out a lighter and proceeds to try and get the plants to catch flame, running back a bit when the fire actually gets started.

He's just going to wait, and watch, as every plant that had previously been in his house burns.]

Comments

[thegoddamnhedgehog]

Is that right?

[connedviakeyboard]

Yeah. Rival is probably too grand a term, because she was really just there to replace me.

And then she went insane and ended up making everyone working at the park a clone of her until we blew her up.

[thegoddamnhedgehog]

...Really.

[A wide smirk. This story's way more amusing when drunk.]

That's one way to solve your problems.

[connedviakeyboard]

[Benson pauses for a moment. And then allows himself a small laugh.]

Yeah. I've found that out working at the park, I'll admit that.

Sometime I'll tell you about the unicorns.

[thegoddamnhedgehog]

Unicorns?

[Man, Benson, everything you say is a riot tonight.]

Perhaps after that, we can discuss the aliens.

[connedviakeyboard]

[Benson looks to the side a moment, lost in thought. He isn't sure why you're so surprised: unicorns are common place and ill-tempered where Benson is from. But he guesses that just isn't so everywhere.]

...Y'know? Don't think I've ever met aliens myself.

Won't be surprised when I do, though.

[thegoddamnhedgehog]

I would introduce you to the ones I knew... That is, I would if they were still alive.

[Yeahhhh drunk Shadow is kinda scary.]

[connedviakeyboard]

[To be fair, Benson is kind of intimidated by you when you're sober, Shadow. That, however, just sounded ominous as hell.

But drunk? Yeah, his curiosity is taking over.]

....So.

What happened to them?

[thegoddamnhedgehog]

I blew them up.

[To put it simply.]

[connedviakeyboard]

Heh.

Like we said. One way to take care of a problem.

[thegoddamnhedgehog]

Ha.

[Finally polishing off that beer that he'd started a little while ago.]

Are you...? [He winces, ears flattening against his head for a moment. Shadow's more than a little out of it.] Did you want another...?

[God, no. Please say no.]

[connedviakeyboard]

[Oh god. No. No he doesn't. But he waits a moment.]

Uh.

If you're having another, I will.

[thegoddamnhedgehog]

Let me just...

[He struggles with his words for a moment or so before eventually slumping down, forehead resting flat against the counter.]

[connedviakeyboard]

Hey.

[Oh my God.

OH MY GOD IS SHADOW DEAD?

Benson isn't sure, so he'll just shake Shadow in concern for the moment, swaying himself. He isn't doing much better.]

Shadow? Shadow, are you okay?

[thegoddamnhedgehog]

[No, he's not dead! Just incredibly woozy. The liquor's definitely caught up with him.

Shadow groans, slowly lifting his head back up, eyes half-open.]

Tired.