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What colors should our little medi-bat be? Should I stick with the grey and blue of the tiny BP in the hand, or go with something new and more medical?

@97blackbird  
Posted. Just so everyone knows, I suggested we have a series tag. What should it be called? (Medi-bat’s bizarre adventures!)

@97blackbird  
Looking cute! Keeping the fangs tiny helps the cuteness factor.
 
Wouldn’t hurt to turn it 90° counterclockwise, either. ;)

I finally drew our favorite pony. Feedback appreciated.  
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@BigBuggyBastage  
You got me there, you cheesy Bug robot… thing!?

@Communist Starlight  
Happy Cheesemas, dictator horse! ;)

Merry Christmas everyone!

Curd we stop with the cheese puns? They’re making me Bleu…

@Communist Starlight  

 
For those of us who are forever provolone, eh? That’s grate. :3

@97blackbird  
Here’s hoping it’s a gouda game =D .

@Communist Starlight  
How much does that game cost? Not too much cheddar I hope.

@Joseph Raszagal  
Haha, no. I enjoyed the one you already made.  
And your rather cheesy, you know that?  
And also, I just so happen to be making a game about finding cheese. In the cheesepocolypse. Yeah.

@BigBuggyBastage  
It’s funny you mention that, because I actually do work on the side for my landlords. My boyfriend and I work on their other properties because they’re both getting on in years and it’s harder for them to do the work themselves. I did a plumbing job for ‘em just last week =D . Talk about earning your cheese! Can we please keep making cheese jokes? They’re super easy, but they’re also super fun xD .
 
@Communist Starlight  
And in walks the communist after the band has already played! xD
 
Shall I edit a song that you more prefer? I’ll try, but no promises. There’s only so much work I can do on an already existing song in order to match it up with a dude and a batpony in space. It’s a very specific hole I’ve dug myself into xD .

@Joseph Raszagal
 
@BigBuggyBastage  
Aw, yes. I forget to compliment you on your performance. Good job!

@Joseph Raszagal  
Wish MY landlord took cheese for rent.
 
Actually, I really should’ve asked the last ones about that. She and her (pathologically alcoholic) husband were rats, after all. :3
 
Your memes are always okay with us. ♥

@Joseph Raszagal  
Echo@off  
Cls  
echo And they don’t stop coming  
pause>nul  
set input1=(And they don’t stop coming)  
if _input1 equ And they don’t stop coming goto and they don’t stop coming  
pause>nul

@BigBuggyBastage  
@97blackbird
 
xD
 
Don’t worry about it, yo. I was just making sure that my meme-tastic song choice didn’t scare everyone off xD .
 
Welp, heading off to work now. It’s 6:30 in the morning and Joey’s gotta make some cheddar to pay the bills. Have fun! =D

 
^^ I was in this camp too.  
I couldn’t think of anything to follow that post that wasn’t cheesy or boring…But I did want to post something!

@Joseph Raszagal  

 
I think that was a personal introduction at AA, but either way, you’re forgiven. lol
 
TBH, I haven’t had the time to read the last installment, but I’ve had the tab open & pinned so I wouldn’t forget! I prefer give your posts the attention they’re due, because Medi-Bat is the reason we exist behind this thread, and I know the story takes effort – drunken effort, but effort, nonetheless! :)

Have I scared you all away with excessive Smash Mouth (specifically in the form of the entire song)? If so, I’m very sorry xD .
 
I made a promise that I wouldn’t drink so much as I had been. But, the other night, I did happen to drink… and I got a wild desire to write something silly as a result.
 
Keep in mind, just because Smash Mouth is involved… doesn’t necessarily mean that Shrek is involved. Unless Shrek is. Because, you know, Shrek is life.
 
Thank you for attending my TED Talk.

In Deep Space… Nobody Can Hear How Poorly You Sing
 
[Somehow, even in the empty vacuum of space, I’m still a roadie. Yes, even after “borrowing” a Starfleet science vessel and battling the Borg, I’ve been returned to the old trappings of plugging in amplifiers and working out the kind of auto drum program that all bands-minus-drummers are familiar with.]
 
“How come the only thing you can play is the violin, Master?”
 
Me: [Tsun-tsun dere-dere] “H-how come your guitar’s so small, huh?”
 
“That’s not even a real comeback, Master.”
 
Me: [Do_you_wanna_do_this_or_not.png?]
 
[Medi relents with a shrug and strums out an E chord on her aforementioned adorably small guitar, because like Mr. King once said, “All that shit’s played in the key of E.”]
 
“Master, you did make sure to have some cookies first, right?”
 
Me: “Yeah, my sugar should be up. Why?”
 
[Another tiny batpony shrug]
 
“You just tend to get really excited whenever we play. I just wanna make sure you’ll be alright.”
 
Me: [Giving her a little pat-pat on the head with my index finger] “You can be a super smart aleck sometimes, hun, but at least your heart’s always in the right place. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.” [Insert wiseguy grin here] “I mean, it’s just Smash Mouth. How excited can I possibly get?”
 
[Welp, here goes!]
 
Me: “Some~
 
[Door opens. It begins.]
 
body once told me, the universe might roll me  
I ain’t the brightest star in the sky  
She was lookin’ kinda down, stuck there on the ground  
As I blasted off, with a middle finger goodbye”
 
Medi: “Well the light years start comin’ and they don’t stop comin’  
Warp Factor Nine and the engines keep runnin’  
Didn’t make sense not to explore for fun  
It’s a deep space party, French kiss the sun, son”
 
Me: “So much to do, so much to see  
So what’s wrong with jackin’ a ship from Starfleet?  
You’ll never know if you don’t go  
You’ll never sparkle if you don’t glow”
 
Medi: “So?”
 
Together: (Unchanged) “Hey now, you’re an All-Star, get your game on, go play  
Hey now, you’re a rock star, get the show on, get paid  
And all that glitters is gold  
Only shooting stars break the mold”
 
Medi: “It’s deep space and they say it only gets deeper  
Like an endless mountain that only gets steeper  
But not everyone can make the climb  
With altitude sickness not far behind”
 
Me: “The ice on Mars is gettin’ pretty thin  
The water’s gettin’ warm so you might as well swim  
The cosmos wide open, right in front of me  
In every galaxy another possibility!”
 
Together: “Hey now, you’re an All-Star, get your game on, go play  
Hey now, you’re a rock star, get the show on, get paid  
And all that glitters is gold  
Only shooting stars break the mold”
 
Medi: “A captain once asked me, what else unknown is out there to see?  
A few new moons, some space (SF) Debris?”
 
Me: “I said, how can you be bored, ‘cause there’s so much more!”  
It’s a brand new venture, this is just the ground floor!”
 
Medi: “Well the light years start comin’ and they don’t stop comin’  
Warp Factor Nine and the engines keep runnin’  
Didn’t make sense not to explore for fun  
It’s a deep space party, French kiss the sun, son”
 
Me: “So much to do, so much to see  
So what’s wrong with jackin’ a ship from Starfleet?  
You’ll never know if you don’t go, GO!  
You’ll never sparkle if you don’t glow, GLOW!”
 
Together: “Hey now, you’re an All-Star, get your game on, go play  
Hey now, you’re a rock star, get the show on, get paid  
And all that glitters is gold  
Only shooting stars break the mold”
 
[As the music winds down, we both fall to the deck covered in sweat. Keep in mind, it’s not that it’s a particularly long or exhausting song, but hey, I’ve always been known to jump around like a spastic monkey on meth while performing and my medical officer isn’t very different in that regard. We devolve into laughter, clutching our tummies while, presumably, the computer mocks us out of earshot.]
 
Me: “We set off for deep space unknown!”
 
“Just one weird guy and a tiny bat pone!”
 
Me: “Fought the Borg and drank some booze!”
 
“Alarm clock rings and we hit snooze!”
 
Computer: “WHAT DOES THAT LAST LYRIC EVEN IMPLY, CAPTAIN? THAT YOU ARE BOTH LAZY IN THE MORNING? THIS DOES NOT COMPUTE; THE TWO OF YOU NEGOTIATED A SIX YEAR FINANCE CONTRACT WITH THE FERENGI THIS MORNING, QUITE FAR FROM A ‘SIMPLE’ OR ‘LAZY’ BARGAIN.”
 
Me: [Coming down from my giggle-fits] “Computer… let it rest. We’re having fun. That should be all that matters right now.”
 
[Medi flits up in the air and lands on my nose in a perfect three-point superhero pose]
 
“Yeah, we’re All-Stars. Right, Master?”
 
Me: “Right.”
 
[And the next song was just as embarrassing… probably… definitely…]
 
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(I think the hardest part about doing these is editing everything so the italics, bolds, and whatnots all work out in the end. My eyes hurt xD . Anyway, love you guys!)

@97blackbird  
Stubbly-nubblies up

@Communist Starlight  
That’s somewhere between Gaelic and Phil Harding-ish. LoL
 
For you Western spies Americans, Phil Harding is an archaeologist who was on a TV show called Time Team, which ran for ~20 years in the UK. Imagine Professor Moody, but with an affable personality, great sense of humor, and an even deeper knowledge of his field. That’s Phil.

@Communist Starlight  
From now on I’ll forward all my jokes to you and have you properly format them.  
Thanks!

@97blackbird  
For that truly un-ed-jew-cashunall sound, write it like so:  
Dang ‘ou lot! Gonn’ foerce me t’ tipe like I has sum sorta ed-jew-cashun!