UN: Senth; Video

[sergeant_slick]

[Hi everybody, it's your friendly neighborhood clone in a boat. He's on candle watch.]

Hey. Boredom's chewing holes in my brain right now, so let's play a stupid game I just made up: Just guess my age. Anybody who gets the year right on the first try wins bragging rights. If you get the month right too, you get to be fleet admiral. [That's something you can be for a bunch of dinghies, right?]

Also--anybody got any paint? Bonus points if it's waterproof. [He's got plans. Completely frivolous plans.]

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[sergeant_slick]

The whole week doesn't count. Don't know why, probably a bureaucracy thing. [Because what's a holiday]

[in_theworks]

Okaaaaaaaaay. [dumb] I'm just gonna label you a Capricorn and call it good. I'm also gonna judge you, because I think we're supposed to hate each other or something.

[he's kidding. he doesn't hate you, Slick, which is why he's so quick to move on from that]

But um.

[ ... ]

... are you even old enough to drink?

[sergeant_slick]

Oh, nice. I was looking for a new nemesis. [He is 100% not taking that seriously, but if somebody did want to start a prank war, that'd be the way to do it.]

That's a legal question I never bothered solving, because all we had was black market booze.

[in_theworks]

Come at me, bro.

[no, but seriously, a prank war would be great -- and he'd definitely win. fight him on that. (>_x)]

But I'm gonna take that as a 'no.' Which is super weird. [but he has to remember that Slick is a clone. which means he probably aged faster than a normal human would have. which means]

Oh, my God, are you, like, twelve?

[this is an arbitrary number that he just pulled out of his ass]

[sergeant_slick]

Challenge accepted. [He promises to go easy on Wrench. For now.]

[Apart from, y'know, breaking the guy's brain a little.]

Now you're getting it. But you're still guessing too high.

[in_theworks]

No.

[what the fuuuuuuuuuck]

No, I'm aging you up. Congrats, man, you're twelve, now! Yay!

[a hand motion that seems to indicate him throwing confetti follows. happy birthday or whatever]

[sergeant_slick]

Mate, that's a whole year and a half, you can't just do that to a clone like that! Now everybody's gonna call me grandpa.

[in_theworks]

Look, if you're gonna traumatize me with the whole Apparently Being Ten thing, then I'm absolutely gonna traumatize you.

[god, he's literally like ten. that's legitimately horrifying on so many levels. he also has so many questions about that, but]

[sergeant_slick]

Alright, yeah, it is literally the worst. But come on, how do you expect me to watch a candle for hours without starting shit? A little light trauma wakes everyone up.

[in_theworks]

Well, if we're grading on that ...

[A+, he supposes! he throws him a thumbs up, in lieu of actually finishing that statement, however]

What do you need the paint for, though?

[have an abrupt non-sequitur to get off the subject of his age before his head literally explodes]

[sergeant_slick]

[Hell yeah, thumbs up. But he'll drop the subject, because finally somebody's talking about his request for paint.]

I wanna name my boat.

[in_theworks]

You got something in mind already?

[he does immediately. obviously, he needs to name his boat, now, too, since the cool kids are doing it]

[sergeant_slick]

I'm thinking 'Unsinkable II'. Can't possibly go wrong with that.

[in_theworks]

[ ... (-_-)]

Okay, literally the only way that could be any worse is if you named it after the Titanic.