Keet: "Hey, I'm feeling pretty good! I think I'll get a quick shower, get myself together, go get a hair trim, run errands, perhaps walk to my favourite café—"
One of Keet's Lower Back Muscles: "Not bad. Counter-offer: How about I pretend to be just fine with this right up until you try to sit up, walk, or do anything useful?"
Keet: "I dunno, that sounds kinda lame OW CRAP OW OKAY I'LL JUST STAY IN OW I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT OW JUST RELAX PLEASE"
OoKLBM: "I knew you'd see things my way."
@ElectricKeet I think your lower back muscles and my digestive system are in collusion. or at least operating on the same playbook.
"hey, I think I'll get stuff done today!"
digestive system: "or you could have STABBING PAIN instead!"
"okay I'm not getting anything done today after all, ow ow ow"
@ElectricKeet I've been wanting to trade in my digestive system for a non-chemical, non-fucked-up power system for well over a decade. the rest of my chassis is ok, I guess... nah, fuck it, scrap the whole thing and give me an off-the-shelf velociraptor model, and I'll make my own mods. :P
@green Hence the earlier lament: we totally require more suitable host bodies. *nods*