- Oh, they’re going to have to glue you back together – in hell!
- I appear to have burst into flames.
I do believe I’m on fire.
All o’ ya are dandies, prancin’ about with your heads full of eyeballs!
Take it like a man, shorty.
Last one alive, lock the door!
I’m going to gut you like a Cornish game hen.
I’m gonna headbutt ya!
Promise not to bleed on my suit and I’ll kill you quickly.
Here’s a schematic for ya: MY ASS
- They’re shooting at us! Don’t panic, but they are shooting at us.
Dashing rogues! The both of us. Like Robin Hood or something! Role playing. Love it. Absolutely love it.
- Done! Hacked! Quite complicated; pulled it out of the bag, as usual.
- Alert! The enemy has taken our intelligence!
- The enemy has dropped our intelligence.
- I never really was on your side.
- Thanks for standing still, wanker!
- Time to inform your next of kin!
- Wave goodbye to your secret crap, dumbass!
You – yes, you! You are dead!
- Would you like a second opinion? You are also ugly!
- I told you, don’t touch that darn thing!
- Here’s something you shoulda built: a not dyin’ machine.
- $400,000 to fire that gun huh? Yeah money well spent
- You’ll never hit me! You’ll never hit my tiny head! It’s so tiny! I got a freakin, such a tiny little head!
Don’t run! It’s just ham!
Me and my sandwich, coming to kill you!
Depth perception pal, look into it!
Where’s your precious hippo-crates now?
America has given us the monkey, and Mann Co. has provided the fuel. Let’s put those two together and make history!
How could you *all* die at once?
- You know what? It’s not the winning, is it? It’s the taking part that counts. And you’re, uh… and you’re doing that.
- Yeah, I dare ya, rage quit! C’mon make us both happy!
- You are so small! It’s funny to me!
Say goodbye to your kneecaps, chucklehead.
- You got blood on my suit.
- This is my world. You are not welcome in my world!
- Yeah, why don’t ya come over and say that to my face, tough guy? Bonk!
- Whoops… that was not medicine.
Ooooh your gun shoots medicine! That’s intimidating…
- If you order now, I’ll throw in a second beatin’ absolutely free
- Dude you’d get a closed casket at the ugly cemetery
This is a real frickin’ embarrassment!
- Them $200 bullets ain’t so hot when they don’t *hit* nothin’, are they?
- I’m gonna beat on your skull until I hit tonsils!
I broke your stupid crap, moron!
You got blood on my knife, mate.
Slurred words (guestsinhisworld)
“HIC!
… please don’t tell him about that- HIC!”
👌 + 6 1/2 inches
Today was the day that Patches was supposed to come over for dinner, too bad things were about to get a lot more complicated. Host was in the kitchen preparing when he started to feel very strange. There was a distinct sense of vertigo like he was riding an elevator. When it stopped, he knew something was wrong.
He reached for the table he’d been standing in front of previously but found nothing there and began to panic. He started to move around and bumped into a some sort of wooden post which was not a thing he had in his home previously. “Th-the Host feels the strange post, which was actually-” He stopped short, realization dawning on him. Oh no.
He wasn’t even really sure what was happening as they walked onto the bus, pretty much just shutting down and letting Patches lead him like a puppet on strings. He was pointedly ignoring his narration, he didn’t want to hear about the giant footfalls on either side of them that could crush them if the man stumbled and he definitely didn’t want to hear about how many giants were on the bus.
When they were finally under the seat he sunk down to the floor, leaning against the wall and drawing his knees up to himself, trying in vane to forget where he was.
Patches was preoccupied with getting them to safety and didn’t quite notice Host breaking down until they were under the seat. Once they were Patches noticed him pulling away and curling up into a ball. Oh gosh.
His hands shook- wondering what the heck he could possibly do to help him. Of Course he wasn’t just going to let him sit there and suffer! Man he felt bad bringing him out here like this… Patches kneeled down next to them, keeping their voice down but tried to be comforting. “Hey, you did a good job. No one saw us and you’re going to be safe. I promise.”
↩ – something that my muse will avoid at all costs. (giddyup now, dear Patches!)
If it’s not humans,
It’s cats.
👌 + 6 1/2 inches
Today was the day that Patches was supposed to come over for dinner, too bad things were about to get a lot more complicated. Host was in the kitchen preparing when he started to feel very strange. There was a distinct sense of vertigo like he was riding an elevator. When it stopped, he knew something was wrong.
He reached for the table he’d been standing in front of previously but found nothing there and began to panic. He started to move around and bumped into a some sort of wooden post which was not a thing he had in his home previously. “Th-the Host feels the strange post, which was actually-” He stopped short, realization dawning on him. Oh no.
It was hard not to notice the person approaching, he could feel every step they took. This whole situation was giving him a better appreciation for what Patches lived with every day. It was a wonder the tiny doctor had trusted him when they first met.
He didn’t dare say a word once the comparative giant had sat on the bench above them, simply nodding to indicate to his companion that he’d heard and understood.
But if he’d thought hearing the person approach was bad, the bus was infinitely worse. It was so loud the sound practically drowned out his thoughts. He was shaking and he wasn’t sure if it was the vibrations from the bus or his own nerves. He went along with any tug from Patches, letting him lead him wherever he saw fit.
He could feel the vibration from Host as they walked forward to the well dressed shoes. The giant was standing up ready to enter the bus but he knew that Host wasn’t. An arm reached over the host’s shoulder and held him close to Patches to try to help him calm a little as the closely followed the man in. Humans don’t normally look down at their feet so this seemed to work smoothly as they were not noticed entering the bus.
When they walked up the ramp Patches quickly guided Host to the left and under the bus seats. They were a little more close quarters by there was room to stand up. Though Host might have to hunch for a little.
“Hmm…nah. Maybe I don’t want to.” He snorted, reaching to pick the tiny man up.
He didn’t exactly appreciate being told what to do, especially by a being he could crush like a bug. However, he really didn’t want to draw attention to the fact he was stealing stuff from someone’s office either. “So what’s your deal? You kinda look like a scientist. Did an experiment backfire on you or something?”
Welp that bit him right back in the butt as the hand reached out for him. Breaking his own quiet policy and screamed out.
“N-no wait please I’m sorry-AAH!” .However there was nowhere else to run or hide so he would be caught rather quickly. Didn’t mean he didn’t struggle and flail.
He also didn’t like the fact that they asked him personal questions that he never really like. “N-no that’s personal sorry!” He tried to be polte of avoiding the question.
Send “slurred words” to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk.
If he was being honest, Heavy couldn’t quite believe his eyes. But then again, he fought a giant floating eye ever halloween, so he shouldn’t really be that surprised at a tiny little– Heavy squinted, from the abundance of white, he assumed the man to be a Medic.
Actually, quite similar to the doll he owned. Hm.
“Ah, no no.” The Russian held up one hand placatingly, he wasn’t sure on what to say, “Do you.. Need help?”
Hitting the table leg made him sort of dizzy as he slumped onto the ground. He opened his eyes wearily to see the figure still staring at him. He yelped and flipped over. Shaking in his boots. Sure they were technically team mates but the past interaction for Patches was more or less being used as a glorified bandaid and literally tossed to the side later.
“He-elp?” He spouted out loud- holding his forehead from the injury.
YOUR STEREOTYPICAL MASCULINE SIDE.
you love hoodies. you love shorts. dogs are better than cats. it’s hilarious when people get hurt. shopping is torture. sad movies suck. you own a car racing game. you played with hot wheel cars when you were a kid. at some point in time you wanted to be a firefighter. you’ve owned a gaming console before or now. you used to be obsessed with power rangers. you have watched sports on tv. gory movies are cool. you go to your dad for advice. you own like a trillion baseball caps. you used to collect hockey or baseball cards. baggy sweats are cool to wear. it’s kinda weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people. green, black, red, blue, or silver are one of your favorite colors. you love to go crazy and not care what other people think. sports are fun. you talk with food in your mouth. you sleep with your socks on at night. you have fished at least once.
YOUR STEREOTYPICAL FEMININE SIDE.
you love to shop. you wear eyeliner. you wear the color pink. you go to your mom to talk. you consider cheerleading a sport. you hate wearing the color black. you like going to the mall. you like getting manicures and/or pedicures. you liked wearing jewelry. you cried watching the notebook. dresses would be a big part of your wardrobe. shopping is one of your favorite hobbies. you don’t like the movie star wars. you were in gymnastics. it takes you around one hour to shower, make-up, and get dressed. you smile a lot more than you should. you have more than 10 pairs of shoes. you care about what you look like. you like wearing dresses when you can. you like wearing high heel shoes. you used to play with dolls as little kid. you like putting make-up on others. you like being the star of everything.
APPEARANCE.
i am shorter than 5’5”. i have scars. i tan easily. i wish my hair was a different color. i have friends who have never seen my natural hair color. i have a tattoo. i am self-conscious about my appearance. i’ve had/have braces. i’ve been told i’m attractive by a complete stranger. i have more than two piercings. i have/had piercings in places besides my ears.
EXPERIENCES.
i’ve gotten lost in my city. i’ve seen a shooting star. i’ve wished on a shooting star. i’ve seen a meteor shower. i’ve gone our in public in my pajamas. i’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator. i’ve kicked a guy where it hurts. i’ve been to a casino. i’ve been skydiving.i’ve gone skinny-dipping. i’ve drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour. i’ve crashed a car. i’ve been skiing. i’ve been in a musical. i’ve caught a snowflake on my tongue. i’ve seen the northern lights. i’ve sat on a rooftop at night. i’ve played a prank on someone.i’ve ridden in a taxi. i’ve seen the rocky horror picture show. i’ve eaten sushi. i’ve been snowboarding.
HONESTY/CRIME.
i’ve done something i’ve promised someone else i wouldn’t. i’ve done something i promised myself i wouldn’t. i’ve snuck out. i’ve lied to my parents about where i am.i’ve cheated while playing a game. i’ve ran a red light. i’ve witnessed a crime. i’ve been in a fist fight. i’ve been arrested.
RANDOM.
i can sing well. i’ve stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant. i open up to others easily. i watch the news. i don’t kill bugs. i sing in the shower. i am a morning person. i paid for a cell phone ring tone. i am a sports fanatic. i twirl my hair. i care about grammar. i have “?”’s in my screen name. i’ve copied more than 30 cds in a day. i bake well. my favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, red, blue, black purple or orange. i would wear pajamas to school. i like martha stewart. i know how to shoot a gun. i laugh at my own jokes. i eat fast food weekly. i’ve not turned anything in and still got an A in a class. i can’t sleep if there is a spider/cockroach in the room. i am ticklish. i love white chocolate. i bite my nails. i’m good at remembering faces. i’m good at remembering names. i’m good at remembering dates. i honestly have no idea what i want to do for the rest of my life.
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👌 + 6 1/2 inches
Today was the day that Patches was supposed to come over for dinner, too bad things were about to get a lot more complicated. Host was in the kitchen preparing when he started to feel very strange. There was a distinct sense of vertigo like he was riding an elevator. When it stopped, he knew something was wrong.
He reached for the table he’d been standing in front of previously but found nothing there and began to panic. He started to move around and bumped into a some sort of wooden post which was not a thing he had in his home previously. “Th-the Host feels the strange post, which was actually-” He stopped short, realization dawning on him. Oh no.
While he couldn’t see the look in his eye, he could hear the tone as he trailed off and Host frowned sympathetically. “The Host assumes Patches was alone when he shrunk.” This would definitely be worse without having someone here to help.
“The Host doesn’t think either method sounds appealing, but if it’s what has to be done he believes they should go with whichever opportunity presents itself first.”
“Yeah…I was.”
They really couldn’t delve into that now even if they wanted to. It was literally painful to think about. Patches patted their arm when he started to see feet walk towards the bus stop and made a gentle hush. The person took a seat down on the bench and Patches murmured into the Host’s ear.
“When this person gets up and walks onto the bus, we will quietly walk under him and hide under a bus seat.”
That’s when the roaring bus came along down the street and came to a screeching halt. The little doctor pulled a tiny bit on the Host’s sleeve.
Ask Borrower Medic 