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ooc: You could say I’m no longer on hiatus, because I’m roleplaying as Gaz once more, so, if you want to see me interact as Gaz, go over to timeless-creativity - my alternate RP account, and follow up with the #gaz or #little-gaz tag there. Peace~

thanksgiving

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Dib: wait……..Dad actually came home for thanksgiving!?

*he waddled into the kitchen after squeezing his way through the doorway, and stared at the table full of food*

………and……you …..cooked a turkey? *he looked up at Membrane in confusion that this is actually happening* ( man I can’t remember the last time I had turkey, we havent had thanksgiving since I was 5)

HA, HAA! That’s right, my curious son! Only Gaz knew I came home in time to prepare dinner!" Gaz rolled her eyes as she poked at her mashed potatoes. "Now, go on and sit yourself down and let’s begin the feast!

*Dib decided to just stand seeing he was already too big for the two chairs he usually sat in, he stood there,with a plate in front of him,but just stared at the turkey,as if hed never seen it before.

Dib:…………………

Membrane glanced over at Dib, furrowing his brows together with concern as he read Dib’s expression. ”What’s wrong? Turkey too dry?! Too scientifically flavorful?! Anything!? SPEAK TO ME, MY POOR BOY!" Gaz heaved a sigh. "The turkey’s fine, Dad. Dib’s just being his weird self…" She spoke for her brother as she glared at Dib, hoping he doesn’t mess up their holiday. “Oh. Is that all, daughter? He must be having those insane ideas going on in that insane head of his then." He chucked as he dove back into his food meticulously.

*Dib kept staring at the turkey,drooling, eye twitching, breathing heavily,his heart was racing,every fiber of his being was screaming at him to just devour the turkey like a wild animal,but he resisted the urge until finally he couldn’t take it anymore and let himself slip*

Dib: RAAAAAHHHHHHHHH *he grabbed the turkey and ran as fast as his fat legs could carry him into the living room where he plopped onto the floor and just started to maul the turkey,eating bones and all!*

Membrane flung his gloved hands to each side of his head as he stood up from his chair which then clattered backwards onto the tiled floor, watching Dib running off with his masterpiece in horror. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! I WORKED ON THAT TURKEY FOR EXACTLY 12 HOURS! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!!!" Tears welled up behind his fogged goggles and then ran off as he wailed. Gaz was FUMING mad: finally, Dib ruined Thanksgiving, and she couldn’t be any more terribly infuriated and crushed to see her dad upset and dinner being ruined altogether.

thanksgiving

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Dib: wait……..Dad actually came home for thanksgiving!?

*he waddled into the kitchen after squeezing his way through the doorway, and stared at the table full of food*

………and……you …..cooked a turkey? *he looked up at Membrane in confusion that this is actually happening* ( man I can’t remember the last time I had turkey, we havent had thanksgiving since I was 5)

HA, HAA! That’s right, my curious son! Only Gaz knew I came home in time to prepare dinner!" Gaz rolled her eyes as she poked at her mashed potatoes. "Now, go on and sit yourself down and let’s begin the feast!

*Dib decided to just stand seeing he was already too big for the two chairs he usually sat in, he stood there,with a plate in front of him,but just stared at the turkey,as if hed never seen it before.

Dib:…………………

Membrane glanced over at Dib, furrowing his brows together with concern as he read Dib’s expression. ”What’s wrong? Turkey too dry?! Too scientifically flavorful?! Anything!? SPEAK TO ME, MY POOR BOY!" Gaz heaved a sigh. "The turkey’s fine, Dad. Dib’s just being his weird self…" She spoke for her brother as she glared at Dib, hoping he doesn’t mess up their holiday. “Oh. Is that all, daughter? He must be having those insane ideas going on in that insane head of his then." He chucked as he dove back into his food meticulously.

Anonymous whispered:
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thanksgiving

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*it was late in the evening, Dib was just sitting on the floor watching tv*

Daughter! Fetch your brother, dinner’s ready!" Professor Membrane told her as he sat the steaming turkey down in the middle of the table. She slid off her chair and slipped the GS2 into her dress pocket begrudgingly and heads out of the kitchen to snatch Dib from the livingroom like she was told. "DIB. Dinner’s ready. Dad wants you at the table. COME. NOW." She storms back into the kitchen and sits herself back down on the chair, staring down at her now full plate of food - except for the turkey.

Dib: wait……..Dad actually came home for thanksgiving!?

*he waddled into the kitchen after squeezing his way through the doorway, and stared at the table full of food*

………and……you …..cooked a turkey? *he looked up at Membrane in confusion that this is actually happening* ( man I can’t remember the last time I had turkey, we havent had thanksgiving since I was 5)

HA, HAA! That’s right, my curious son! Only Gaz knew I came home in time to prepare dinner!" Gaz rolled her eyes as she poked at her mashed potatoes. "Now, go on and sit yourself down and let’s begin the feast!

thanksgiving

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*it was late in the evening, Dib was just sitting on the floor watching tv*

Daughter! Fetch your brother, dinner’s ready!" Professor Membrane told her as he sat the steaming turkey down in the middle of the table. She slid off her chair and slipped the GS2 into her dress pocket begrudgingly and heads out of the kitchen to snatch Dib from the livingroom like she was told. "DIB. Dinner’s ready. Dad wants you at the table. COME. NOW." She storms back into the kitchen and sits herself back down on the chair, staring down at her now full plate of food - except for the turkey.

I can’t get passed this stupid blood pig on this 4th level!" She hit ‘PAUSE’ on her GS2, shoved it into her pocket and stormed upstairs to her room to draw for a change, relieving her frustrated mind from her game’s difficult point for awhile. Today’s just not a great day to game.

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She sat the two boxes down, propped up the lid to the box on top and snagged out a donut. A warm, steamy chocolate donut. She stood in front of the TV to grab Dib’s attention. “Dib. You will eat." She rose the donut up, proving she’s dead-set on feeding him. "You can not resist food any longer, I know you can’t, and your skinny body can’t. Gretchen gave me two boxes of donuts, and I will stuff them down your food-deprived throat if I have to…!" she insisted.

Dib: hey can you get out of the way I’m trying to watch mysterious mysteries……….*he hadn’t heard a word Gaz had said,he then noticed Gaz reaching into the box and grabbing more donuts*…….uh…….why do you have all those donuts in your hand?

Hot rage ran through her veins, and her eyes went white with it. She was rendered SPEECHLESS. She stomped over to the boxes of donuts, picked up the two boxes, carried them over and plopped them down next to Dib. Now two boxes were open and revealing donuts. She plucked a few out and started to harshly stuff them down Dib’s throat, whether he preferred it or not. It felt good doing harm.

Dib: Gaz what are-MMPH!!*before he could finish his sentence Gaz started shoving handful after handful of donuts into his mouth*

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*before she knew it Gaz had shoved both boxes of donuts down Dibs throat*

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imageAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH

*he ran right for the fridge,but there was no food. the kitchen hadnt been restocked since he rampaged the house when he went feral*

……………………….FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

*he runs around in circles until his weak legs give way and falls to the floor exhausted then falls asleep*

She rubbed her hands together free from frost and crumbs as a broad, triumphant smile appeared on her face. “Finally, my stupid job here is done." She headed upstairs to wash up.

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*Dib just sat there in the middle of the living room where the couch used to be. he sat there watching tv*

She sat the two boxes down, propped up the lid to the box on top and snagged out a donut. A warm, steamy chocolate donut. She stood in front of the TV to grab Dib’s attention. “Dib. You will eat." She rose the donut up, proving she’s dead-set on feeding him. "You can not resist food any longer, I know you can’t, and your skinny body can’t. Gretchen gave me two boxes of donuts, and I will stuff them down your food-deprived throat if I have to…!" she insisted.

Dib: hey can you get out of the way I’m trying to watch mysterious mysteries……….*he hadn’t heard a word Gaz had said,he then noticed Gaz reaching into the box and grabbing more donuts*…….uh…….why do you have all those donuts in your hand?

Hot rage ran through her veins, and her eyes went white with it. She was rendered SPEECHLESS. She stomped over to the boxes of donuts, picked up the two boxes, carried them over and plopped them down next to Dib. Now two boxes were open and revealing donuts. She plucked a few out and started to harshly stuff them down Dib’s throat, whether he preferred it or not. It felt good doing harm.