#dustaster

Shifter: "I miss my Snoozy-Poo."

Me: "No, no, not that kind of angst."

Shifter: "Snoooooozy-Poooo..." ;n;

Me: "This is a disaster."

Disaster: "No, this is a Disaster."

Shifter: "Hello, but you are not my Beloved Snoozy-Poo." ;n;

Me: "GFDI."

Shifter: "I want my Snoozy-Poo pls."

Me: "Okay, look."

Shifter: "Yes?"

Me: "You were supposed to flirt with Disaster. You were supposed to buy or make her a cookbook as a recipe for Disaster. When you went to visit her, you would be on the road to Disaster. She lives in a Disaster area. She is a walking Disaster. She is a Disaster Bi. She has few social inhibitions because she is an unmitigated Disaster. She refuses to have children herself because she does not want to be a Disaster of epic proportions."

Shifter: "..."

Disaster: "..."

Me: "..."

Shifter: "Yes, but consider: Snoozy-Poo."

Disaster: "I mean, he has a point. That guy's hot."

Shifter: ;w;

Me: "...The ship would be called Dustaster."

Shifter: "Yes, but consider: Snoozy-Poo."

Me: *unintelligible cabbage noises*

Disaster: "What."

Me: *irascible Swedish Chef noises!*

Shifter: O.O

Me: *goes to pay bills*

Shifter: "So can I have my Snoozy-Poo?"

Me: "Maybe."

Lobelia: *charges down the stairs shapeshifted into the crackship child of Dust and Snoozy-Poo because doing that to new customers is her special talent and usually results in disaster*

Disaster: "Yeaaah. ...It did tho." o.o