That's gotta be the most... uh, whimsical version of MMA I've ever heard of, man. [ He kind of means nerdy, and he would have said nerdy, if not for the 'defending our dimension from extradimensional threat' part. That was pretty damn sick, actually. ] My bro and I did a little of that on the side for a friend of mine.
Jibs, man, actually. Maybe you know him? [ Jake abandons his usual form, stretching outward along the floor and up the far wall into a distinct two-dimensional silhouette, like a shadow cast by nothing. ] His name's Prismo. The time room he lives in exists outside all known dimensions, so you two might've crossed paths?
Though on second thought, I wouldn't call him threatening. He makes a mean pickle, if that counts.
[ Jake says whimsical and Stephen hears the pause it takes him to get there and makes a variety of appropriate translations in his head, mostly because he knows exactly how it sounds. Like a cult, courtesy of Christine. Now a 'whimsical' version of MMA. Stephen huffs his amusement, liking that one, no offense taken.
Then Jake the dog's a flat man stretched over the planes of the kitchen and he's reminded once again that he still hasn't seen it all, and for every weird thing he's lived through there remain a litany of weird things yet to present themselves to him. ]
Afraid not. I think I'd remember. [ He'd definitely remember. ] I'll have to keep an eye out for him.
[ At this point, there's no reason why that might not as well happen. Which is less important than - ]
'On the side' of what, if you don't mind me asking?
[ What do a dog and a boy usually get up to that leaves dimension-defending as a side hustle? ]
[ The multiverse is a vast and deeply "whimsical" place, buddy. You either humble yourself before it or, if you're a dog named Jake, you accept that you're simply not smart enough to comprehend it. Either way, you get to feel your brain turn inside out from the sheer enormity of time and reality. Also, canned goods! ]
You guys would get along great. He's a lot like you, actually. [ Jake snaps back to himself, with grinning fondness as he thought of his friend. ] Solidly cool dudes, wild powers, so-so taste in flying friends.
[ Hopefully the shrugging expression on his face makes it clear he's joking. For all he has and will continue to take the piss out of Dr. Blanket over there, Jake has grown a soft spot for the cloak. And the Cosmic Owl, for that matter. ]
Oh, y'know. A little of this, a little of that. We were sorta the go-to duo for odd jobs around Ooo. [ Jake's paw elongates into clear fingers, counting them off casually. ] Monster slaying, treasure guarding, treasure stealing, messenger services, running errands for my son. Just, y'know, whatever.
I thought about getting my notary public certification once, but even that was kinda too close to a real job, y'feel me? [ Jake scoffs, answering his own question with a laugh. ] Pssh, of course you feel me. Not like you get a W2 for being an interdimensional earth defender, right?
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That's gotta be the most... uh, whimsical version of MMA I've ever heard of, man. [ He kind of means nerdy, and he would have said nerdy, if not for the 'defending our dimension from extradimensional threat' part. That was pretty damn sick, actually. ] My bro and I did a little of that on the side for a friend of mine.
Jibs, man, actually. Maybe you know him? [ Jake abandons his usual form, stretching outward along the floor and up the far wall into a distinct two-dimensional silhouette, like a shadow cast by nothing. ] His name's Prismo. The time room he lives in exists outside all known dimensions, so you two might've crossed paths?
Though on second thought, I wouldn't call him threatening. He makes a mean pickle, if that counts.
[ That... probably doesn't count. ]
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Then Jake the dog's a flat man stretched over the planes of the kitchen and he's reminded once again that he still hasn't seen it all, and for every weird thing he's lived through there remain a litany of weird things yet to present themselves to him. ]
Afraid not. I think I'd remember. [ He'd definitely remember. ] I'll have to keep an eye out for him.
[ At this point, there's no reason why that might not as well happen. Which is less important than - ]
'On the side' of what, if you don't mind me asking?
[ What do a dog and a boy usually get up to that leaves dimension-defending as a side hustle? ]
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You guys would get along great. He's a lot like you, actually. [ Jake snaps back to himself, with grinning fondness as he thought of his friend. ] Solidly cool dudes, wild powers, so-so taste in flying friends.
[ Hopefully the shrugging expression on his face makes it clear he's joking. For all he has and will continue to take the piss out of Dr. Blanket over there, Jake has grown a soft spot for the cloak. And the Cosmic Owl, for that matter. ]
Oh, y'know. A little of this, a little of that. We were sorta the go-to duo for odd jobs around Ooo. [ Jake's paw elongates into clear fingers, counting them off casually. ] Monster slaying, treasure guarding, treasure stealing, messenger services, running errands for my son. Just, y'know, whatever.
I thought about getting my notary public certification once, but even that was kinda too close to a real job, y'feel me? [ Jake scoffs, answering his own question with a laugh. ] Pssh, of course you feel me. Not like you get a W2 for being an interdimensional earth defender, right?