"I have got to talk to this Roxie," Summer decided with a grin, "because I would fucking love to see thatm"
And, yeah, examples were good, and Summer relaxed a little, as they made their way closer to a planet that had definitely seen better days.
"Also?" she added. "That involved a lot of Fandom stuff. I don't think that really counts, like, everyone's lives get fucked up and weird on Fandom."
Anything she could think of that involved Fandom just seemed kind of boring and tame, too. Fandom made her life less weird and bizarre, really.
"But okay, so. There was this one time when my parents were going away for this dumb Meta-forTitantic simulator weekend, so Grampa Rick and me threw this, like, HUGE rager, it got so out of hand that we split reality at one point and it took, like, sixty-four more rifts in reality before we managed to get things back together. There's still a crack in our driveway from when the rift happened, we had to freeze time for like a month just to clean everything up so my parents didn't know after they came home early because guess what? Titantic sucks.
"And then," she offered after a little more thought, "there was the time we were running from the Federation, and there were, like, three planets out of Federation space that were habitable: one had a screaming sun that would scream literally all day, and the days were, like, 42 hours long. On one of them, everything on the whole planet was on a cob. Like, everything. Grampa freaked the fuck out about that one; we still have no idea why." And they probably didn't want to. "So all tgatbqas left was this little tiny planet that took, like, an hour to walk around the whole thing, so we were living on this tiny little planet for a little while. Like, sure, we got closer as a family, but we didn't really have a choice."
She was still having difficulty with a third one, because it was sort of hard to shift past the hard stuff to find those little nuggets of absurdity that she now has a lens of normalcy to look at and realize were really pretty fucked up.
"And, this one time, my dad ate some of the ice cream in Grampa Rick's freezer and had to be rushed to a space hospital to have his stomach pumped, and while we were there, they tried to get him to give up his junk to save some big shot alien humanitarian....alienitarian? Whatever, point is, he freaked the fuck put and was not having any of it, and we still give him shit for that one to this day."
Yeah, Summer was just going to skip over the fact that it had ended in an intergalactic incident that involved watching her father get shot fifty-seven times right in front of her eyes on that one. None of these were that bad if you just cut big portions of them out...because, yeah. Okay, it sucked watching your dad get eviscerated by space security, but still! That was pretty funny.
But as she talked, they made it down to the city and Summer pulled into a drive-thru because this was space, so why not?, and said, "This is the place. What do you think you want?"
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And, yeah, examples were good, and Summer relaxed a little, as they made their way closer to a planet that had definitely seen better days.
"Also?" she added. "That involved a lot of Fandom stuff. I don't think that really counts, like, everyone's lives get fucked up and weird on Fandom."
Anything she could think of that involved Fandom just seemed kind of boring and tame, too. Fandom made her life less weird and bizarre, really.
"But okay, so. There was this one time when my parents were going away for this dumb
Meta-forTitantic simulator weekend, so Grampa Rick and me threw this, like, HUGE rager, it got so out of hand that we split reality at one point and it took, like, sixty-four more rifts in reality before we managed to get things back together. There's still a crack in our driveway from when the rift happened, we had to freeze time for like a month just to clean everything up so my parents didn't know after they came home early because guess what? Titantic sucks."And then," she offered after a little more thought, "there was the time we were running from the Federation, and there were, like, three planets out of Federation space that were habitable: one had a screaming sun that would scream literally all day, and the days were, like, 42 hours long. On one of them, everything on the whole planet was on a cob. Like, everything. Grampa freaked the fuck out about that one; we still have no idea why." And they probably didn't want to. "So all tgatbqas left was this little tiny planet that took, like, an hour to walk around the whole thing, so we were living on this tiny little planet for a little while. Like, sure, we got closer as a family, but we didn't really have a choice."
She was still having difficulty with a third one, because it was sort of hard to shift past the hard stuff to find those little nuggets of absurdity that she now has a lens of normalcy to look at and realize were really pretty fucked up.
"And, this one time, my dad ate some of the ice cream in Grampa Rick's freezer and had to be rushed to a space hospital to have his stomach pumped, and while we were there, they tried to get him to give up his junk to save some big shot alien humanitarian....alienitarian? Whatever, point is, he freaked the fuck put and was not having any of it, and we still give him shit for that one to this day."
Yeah, Summer was just going to skip over the fact that it had ended in an intergalactic incident that involved watching her father get shot fifty-seven times right in front of her eyes on that one. None of these were that bad if you just cut big portions of them out...because, yeah. Okay, it sucked watching your dad get eviscerated by space security, but still! That was pretty funny.
But as she talked, they made it down to the city and Summer pulled into a drive-thru because this was space, so why not?, and said, "This is the place. What do you think you want?"