[36] - [Voice, Public. So Public.]

[sharpememory]

Hey, people. Let's be real, none of us on barge are getting lucky or having as many romantic dinners as we should. So I think the only answer to this is to have speed dating, preferably at Thursday nights. And preferably next to the pool, in case we feel the need to turn it into pool party speed dating.

Kids, if you're under 18, you're just gonna have to go and entertain yourself with coloring books.

Alien people, you might want to go organize your own thing. The vampires will probably be into it.

[Added later.]

I take it back, aliens and whatever are totally included. Surely someone will be into it.

Comments

[sharpememory]

Oh, man. You can like, do it, can't you? Or is your alien stuff all messed up?

[megamind]

I function perfectly fine, thank you. [ ...last breach proved that. ] Besides, it wouldn't be 'messed up', it'd be perfectly acceptable for my species! If I was incompatible with humans, that wouldn't make me-- defective! It would simply make me not human.

[ Mental note: this guy's a douchebag racist. Stay away from him and his bizarre dating scheme. ]

[sharpememory]

Huh, that's true. I hadn't thought of it like that.

Is there anyone else from the same place as you around? Maybe you could date them.

[megamind]

[ Worst thing you could have said, man. Worst thing you could have said. ]

No.

[ And with that, he just shuts his entire feed down. Welp, way to grind home to the loss of everything he ever wanted in his life there. Back to being the last of his kind, a freak nobody wants, yaddas yadda yadda... ]

[sharpememory]

[Feed gone! Even Barron can tell that something went wrong there. He'll probably apologize in future... maybe.]