"uuuuugh," says Disgust, plugging up her nose. "Matt, stop landing in dumpsters."
"but it's a comfy dumpster," says Sadness, draped in what Joy's pretty sure is a couch-dumpster. she supposes that's sort of an upgrade from last year's trash can model, though--try telling that to Disgust, who's perpetually grumbling about everything Matt smells or tastes.
("oh my god, don't put that in your mouth, it tastes like raw sewage!"
"you're exaggerating, I'd know if it was sewage," Fear had called from the poker game he and Joy were playing. "it's ice cream! it'll probably give him brain freeze at worst.")
"get out of the dumpster already!" Anger yells, slamming down on the console's buttons. "wait--"
he turns to look at Sadness, who's somehow managed to drag herself over to the console and set her hands firmly on it.
"what the hell," Anger says. Joy holds back a resigned sigh--the top of his head is beginning to glow again. they'll have to get someone to paint over the scorch marks again, and Joy really doesn't want to make a trip down to Dream Productions to borrow from them. their paint is literally on fucking fire. "Joy. Joy, get Sadness off the console."
"I don't know, man," Joy says, "I'm about to beat Fear's ass again."
"bluff!" Fear exclaims. "I'm pretty sure it's a bluff. it is a bluff, right?"
Re: Inside Out crossover
"but it's a comfy dumpster," says Sadness, draped in what Joy's pretty sure is a couch-dumpster. she supposes that's sort of an upgrade from last year's trash can model, though--try telling that to Disgust, who's perpetually grumbling about everything Matt smells or tastes.
("oh my god, don't put that in your mouth, it tastes like raw sewage!"
"you're exaggerating, I'd know if it was sewage," Fear had called from the poker game he and Joy were playing. "it's ice cream! it'll probably give him brain freeze at worst.")
"get out of the dumpster already!" Anger yells, slamming down on the console's buttons. "wait--"
he turns to look at Sadness, who's somehow managed to drag herself over to the console and set her hands firmly on it.
"what the hell," Anger says. Joy holds back a resigned sigh--the top of his head is beginning to glow again. they'll have to get someone to paint over the scorch marks again, and Joy really doesn't want to make a trip down to Dream Productions to borrow from them. their paint is literally on fucking fire. "Joy. Joy, get Sadness off the console."
"I don't know, man," Joy says, "I'm about to beat Fear's ass again."
"bluff!" Fear exclaims. "I'm pretty sure it's a bluff. it is a bluff, right?"