Too Lazy To Spoogle* (*-Space Google) | text

[whyarewehere]

[ The post drifts up onto the comms one evening, just a simple line of text to ask a simple question:]

guys, how do aliens know when other aliens are hot?

Comments

[calibrates_big_guns]

I'll bite. How does this turn into a dig at Grif's expense?

bad nerd dad answers

[brisance]

The chicken didn't cross the road; the road passed under the chicken.

[calibrates_big_guns]

[There's a pause, and Garrus facepalmed during it.]

That's terrible.

[brisance]

Dad's favorite joke.

[ it is... not painful to text that. and at least garrus has no idea why it would be ]

[calibrates_big_guns]

[No, he really doesn't.]

That makes sense.

[brisance]

Cmon, you've got to have at least one bad joke in you too.

[calibrates_big_guns]

I'm not denying that. That's just a very specific kind of terrible.

[Usually reserved for dads and teachers that think they're funny.]

[brisance]

I'm waiting to hear your specific kind of terrible.

[calibrates_big_guns]

It usually involves me tripping over an attempt to be funny and ending up somewhere horrible.

["You know me. I like to savor that last shot before popping the heat sink."]

[brisance]

Not even one? Humor me.

[calibrates_big_guns]

Hang around enough and I'm sure you'll see me embarrass myself sooner or later.