GREETINGS! GREETINGS ALL!!

@multiversal-hitman-on-standby

"Why would I wear a shirt when I can show myself off?? I mean look at these beautiful scars! They are too beautiful to hide away behind a shirt!"

"I can't believe such a terrible thought crossed that simpleton mind of yours.."

He then began to stare down at himself and gained a neutral looking expression. He seemed pretty deep in thought about something,, after a few seconds he snapped out of it, realizing what he did he quickly tried to shoo them away.

They were... pretty speechless. Not because they seen the scars but because this just made them feel awkward. They quickly turned away and just snapped the fingers of their robotic hand, summoning a portal.

"Yeah no, I'm out of here."

He watched them leave, once their portal closed he let out a loud sigh.

"Radio head? like the band from the mid 1980's to mid 1990s?"

"Or are you calling yourself radio head, just to be completely uncreative, because your head is now a radio?"

"HAH! HAHA! No, no, not the band! People keep saying that- though I have no idea what this 'Radiohead' band is-"

He got embarrassed about the last statement, to be fully honest he couldn't even be offended since he picked the name in about three seconds and stuck with it.

"..."

"but your body it looks so human?... I... is it a mannequin perhaps?"

Mr. Puzzles blinked slowly just thinking about this.

"Well, luckily I am here now, to help you come up with a better name!"

"Here are my CLEARLY genius ideas."

1: Mr. 404

2: Static Mornings

3: Mr. Radical

4: Starshine

5: Torrent

6: Mr. Every Station

"No, not at all! I am all flesh, blood, and beautifully crafted wire!"

He pointed at himself proudly, using this as an opportunity to flex himself.

He listened to all the listed names the TV head had conjured up, they all bored him to death..of course they actually didn't, he was quite interested in this topic.

"Hm. You have ruined my mood, TV head. Trying to find me a new name like I'm just some nameless dog? Utterly insulting! You've now singlehandedly made me realize that even if my name is basic, people still think of MY face when it's said out loud! Wow. I now appreciate my chosen name even more."

He crossed his arms and thought about some of the names, even if he wasn't going to use them they did sound pretty nice... Though he wasn't going to admit that anyday.

He sighed,

"If my life was on the line I guess my pick would go with the 6th choice. It has a decent ring to it I'd say."

"GREETINGS! GREETINGS ALL!"

he yelled at the top of his lungs clearly excited about the situation, he walked up to Mr.Spotlight and pat them on the back pretty hard, almost slapping them.

"Why, am I quite joyful to see YOU on this fine evening, my loyal servant! I've noticed you've been slacking on your job as my trusty servant, so I just came to tell you to put some pep in those steps of yours!"

He carried an extremely smug grin on his radio face, almost like he couldn't hold in his own laughter.

- @mrradioguy

( the mere knowledge of him existing within their surroundings irritated them. )

( the slap on their back didn't make them move or flinch, rather just twitch, keeping themselves calm and seemingly unbothered - they had an act to keep up, no matter the individual at hand. )

( once newly collecting themselves, they turned to face him, tone restrained. ) 📽️ : " 'Beg your pardon? I never agreed to nor have I ever spoken about being yer 'servant'. "

"Oh! You must've forgotten! You came begging to my knees, oh so sad saying that you would ADORE to be hired by yours truly! Don't worry we all suffer with memory loss at some point in our lives!"

"Don't worry yourself, my dear, loyal, servant! You may be the worst out of the three of my other loyal followers but it doesn't mean you can't bring yourself back up! If you'd like to satisfy my needs then I suggest you fetch me a lint roller, my poor robe is getting filled with hair that I do not even have!!"

📽️: " Sorry, were you sayin' something? Because I was busy lookin' for a fuck that I don't give. "

"Manners! Manners, young projector! My, my, seems like someone's mama did not teach them how to behave when they were younger! Or watch their mouth either!"

"And yes, I was saying something, It was very important at that! It's unfortunate you can't find your f♡◆ck to give because it seems I cannot find mine either! Yeouch! Sorry Spotticus."

He stared up at them for a moment.

( Next thing you know, they - with insane speed - took hold of his robe, holding him in place as they raised their fist. )

( An enraged expression in their face. )

📽️: " DO NOT EVER QUESTION OR SPEAK ABOUT MY CREW. "

( Despite being ready to punch, they kept their position still - a warning. )

( After a few seconds of giving him an intense glare, they harshly threw him onto the floor, walking way. )

Before they could react to Spotlights enraged expression, Mr. Radiohead was suddenly being held by his robe tightly; unable to move from their grasp.

He stared deeply into their eyes, feeling slightly uneasy yet still maintaining that smile of his during it all. He had done it, he had successfully gotten on Spotlights nerves almost at the risk of getting themselves harmed.

Mr. Radiohead let out a silent, pained groan once he hit the ground. He adjusted himself a little before flinching at the lint roller thrown at him, for a moment he stared at it.. And then he began to laugh.

"hahahhaHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

They had to hold themselves from falling backwards (still sitting on the ground).

"I GOT YOU! I 100% GOT YOU! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU ARE THAT EASY TO ENRAGE!"

Laughing at the situation he was in somewhat assisted in calming him down a little, and definitely getting that cocky attitude up and running again.

"One little mention of that crew of yours and you're already fuming, How sensitive! Resorting to putting those dirty hands on me was your only option to shut me up, huh?"

He got up and dusted off his beloved robe, then quickly made eye contact with them again to make sure they're not trying to pounce at him.

"If you're thinking of attacking me, I wouldn't do it if I were you."

He took one step back from them.

"GREETINGS! GREETINGS ALL!"

he yelled at the top of his lungs clearly excited about the situation, he walked up to Mr.Spotlight and pat them on the back pretty hard, almost slapping them.

"Why, am I quite joyful to see YOU on this fine evening, my loyal servant! I've noticed you've been slacking on your job as my trusty servant, so I just came to tell you to put some pep in those steps of yours!"

He carried an extremely smug grin on his radio face, almost like he couldn't hold in his own laughter.

- @mrradioguy

( the mere knowledge of him existing within their surroundings irritated them. )

( the slap on their back didn't make them move or flinch, rather just twitch, keeping themselves calm and seemingly unbothered - they had an act to keep up, no matter the individual at hand. )

( once newly collecting themselves, they turned to face him, tone restrained. ) 📽️ : " 'Beg your pardon? I never agreed to nor have I ever spoken about being yer 'servant'. "

"Oh! You must've forgotten! You came begging to my knees, oh so sad saying that you would ADORE to be hired by yours truly! Don't worry we all suffer with memory loss at some point in our lives!"

"Don't worry yourself, my dear, loyal, servant! You may be the worst out of the three of my other loyal followers but it doesn't mean you can't bring yourself back up! If you'd like to satisfy my needs then I suggest you fetch me a lint roller, my poor robe is getting filled with hair that I do not even have!!"

📽️: " Sorry, were you sayin' something? Because I was busy lookin' for a fuck that I don't give. "

"Manners! Manners, young projector! My, my, seems like someone's mama did not teach them how to behave when they were younger! Or watch their mouth either!"

"And yes, I was saying something, It was very important at that! It's unfortunate you can't find your f♡◆ck to give because it seems I cannot find mine either! Yeouch! Sorry Spotticus."

He stared up at them for a moment.