Filling my rat nest with trinkets

Miyuki "It ususlly stings for a day or two. The pain isn't so bad, really. If you feel excessive pain or hear ringing sounds of undetermined origin for longer than 30 hours after bending your antennae, your antennae were probably bent incorrectly. Go seek medical aid before your sense of balance is permanently distorted.

The bigger struggle to deal with after curling your antennae is trying to function while your body regains its natural equilibrium. It rarely takes more than a few hours to get your balance back.

Smeets technically aren't allowed to bend their antennae, but many bend them anyway, either to satisfy an urge to stim or accidentally during physical activity periods. When I was a newly graduated cadet, I bent my antennae myself because, well, I could and I thought I would amazing. That was a mistake. I didn't mind the pain so much, but I didn't bend my antennae evenly enough and I was staggering for days after. My commanders harassed me for it until I climbed to the rank of high foot general.

Now, I have my coordinator curl and bend my antennae. She has mastered the skill; I barely feel a thing when she touches up my bends and curls. I never feel off kilter afterward either.

Mem "Thank you, my Tallest."

Miyuki "There's no law or code that requires a drone to curl their antennae. In the military and armada, it's discouraged because soldiers are meant to dress and function in uniform, but technically doesn't violate any rules. Does one bend their antennae to show the difference between the sexes? That's... hm? Not sure how or where you came across that misinformation.

Plenty of males I've met curled or bent their antennae just to be fashionable. Some occupations restrict Irkens from bending their antenna or bending them further because of the whole losing your equilibrium ordeal. That could interfere with work performance. Safety and productivity first.

In Irk's earlier eras it was only socially acceptable for tallests to bend or curl their antennae. Drones who served on their tallest's personal staff and the birthing drones housed in the tallest's chambers were only allowed to curl or bend their antennae but only in the same style as their tallest.

In our modern era, Irken women usually curl their antennae to honor the late legendary tallest Dava. Dava gave her serving drones permission to style their antennae however they wish. The trend caught on overnight and soon spread to enemy hives. When the glorious late Dava started the whole trend of common drones styling their antennae, there was a lot of social backlash. In most hives, smaller drones who bent their antennae without permission were arrested and executed for treason. Now, it's common place. I won't bore you with any more history lessons.

So, um, yes, I suppose one could argue curling the antennae indicates gender because it now honors late Dava's memory and she was Tallest of Legendary status who was also a woman, but again, it's not the clearest indication of gender because many Irken men also curl their antennae. We Irkens honestly do it because we can. That's my theory."

*sorry my au Irken lore is so long-winded.

Miyuki: "How we view...? What is a... hee-oo-min? I've never seen one. In fact, I've never heard of one. Have you?"

Mem "I have. I met a few humans before I died."

Miyuki "What are they?"

Mem "Humans are this... species of semi-intelligent, semi-bald sentient... monkey-mammal creature native to a tiny, infantile planet called "Urth" theoretically located on the very farthest edges of the armada's star maps."

Miyuki "Theoretically located?"

Mem "Irken astronomers draw maps for conquests based on-"

Miyuku "Yes, yes, one of those "mathematically marked" celestial bodies, but not yet "physically observed" celestial bodies."

Mem "Correct."

Miyuki "But YOU have interacted with live humans?"

Mem "Only a handful of them for very brief periods of time, but yes, my interaction with them was direct."

Miyuki "What are they like?.......*cringes at visual memory projection* "Ugly creatures, aren't they?"

Mem "Visually, humans are repulsive, but after you interact with them a while, they present a very adhering quality about them-- a certain charm I am not eloquent enough to describe accurately.

Humans are unlike any other alien beast I've encountered during my shunned-years in exile. They are... to spare you a long, clunky description, the most loyal ally one could hope for seemingly by instinct. The Irken species may owe our survival to them one day, if we are wise enough to look past their exterior repulsiveness and learn to value their strengths in character."

Miyuki "...Is this planet of human-monkeys-? Whatever you called it-?"

Mem "Urth?"

Miyuki "Yes. Is Urth marked for conquest by the Amanda's warpath?"

Mem "Officially no, but pending officially yes?... It's a long complicated story. My adopted defective smeet, Zim, tried to explain it to me. I could barely follow it."

Miyuki "Poor humans..."

Mem "Yes and poor Vortians."

Miyuki "And poor them too... I did so much damage, Mem..."

Mem "We ALL do damage-"

Miyuki "But, I-"

Miyuki "We can only hope the good we did had a greater impact than the bad."

Miyuki "Am I forgiven?"

Mem "...Almost."

(The human race is either nonexistent to the knowledge of an average modern Irken or practically an obscure cryptid to drones who are better trained in conducting research than military combat. )

Hitz/ the Red Control Brain "I will explain.

The PAK model it is familiar with was not equipped to the irken masses until AFTER my fellow towering tallests and I ascended into the core collective of our control brain vessels. The back and chest PAK combination devices were the last upgrade to the ultimate PAK design before I perfected the technology.

The modern PAKs all Irken drones are equipped with at birth are of MY design. It took centuries of research, experiments, quality tests, but I eventually crafted an easily manufactured military grade single device PAK that could perform all essential functions and enhancements, perfectly sync with Soxx's control brain tech AND upgraded the irken form to the next step in evolution.

It certainly must be in awe at the perfection of our empire's design.

Miyuki "... That line of questioning is rather intrusive-- A tallest wouldn't, er, DOESN'T discuss such matters with anyone else besides the control brains or with their top frylords and high generals if need be, BUT I've been dead for what? A century now? Close to a century, roughly? *shrug*

I suppose I could indulge your curiosity.

Sadly, I didn't live to personally watch the official launch of the Massive. My predecessors more or less carried out my plans for conquest. From what information that has been relayed to me, Tallest Red and Purple had launched a series of invasions. Planet Vort has been successfully conquered and the Vortian race is rendered completely subservient to the Irken empire. That accomplishment was towards the top of my list of goals. As repulsive as they are visually, socially and politically, Vortian technology is a staple for improving the quality of life within the Irken empire.

Many of the planets and alien races dwelling on them were flagged for conquest were flagged so strictly for cheap labor. The Mekrob were targeted because they pose the most formidable threat against the scheduled invasions. The Mekrob are a highly intellectually and spiritually advanced species. If left unchecked, they might organize rebellion against us, hence why I marked them as a highly prioritized target.

My goal was the same as any other tallest's-- to expand the Irken empire and maintain the might and glory of the existing territories within the empire.

Young tallests Red and Purple followed the warpath I marked for the most part.

PERSONALLY, I would have launched a stealth opener invasion against the Mekrob BEFORE launching the full-scale ID1 oporation to eliminate the biggest threat.

The Vortians were more of a threat than an ally to us. The Planet Jackers haven't been a threat to us since the treaty between our species was drafted and signed The Inquisitorians and Hymenopteracians are too essential to the fundamental structure of the empire so I honored the Irken alliance between them and us. I would like to think young Red and Purple will honor these treaties too. We Irkens are not heathens. We will not break a treaty unless betrayed or threatened.

If I were to criticize them for their approach to universal conquest, it would be their careless handling of newly discovered planets. A wise tallest does NOT blow up random lifeless planets like smeets with firecrackers. Real estate is a limited resource even in our vast universe. When you find solid rock, YOU BUILD SOMETHING ON IT! You don't blow it up!

But... Red and Purple are in charge now, not me. We shall see how events play out on the timeline ahead.

Mr. Casarez "Food..." [takes deep breaths] "Food... The food is here. Take a break, Johnny. Todd, could you help me carry everything inside?"

Nny "May we eat outside? I need to brace myself before I face the horrors splattered all over Your Wife's enclosure."

Mr. Casarez "It's pretty bad in there. Sorry."

Nny "You should be."

Mr. Casarez "There's some folding tables and some lawn chairs in the--"

Nny "I know where they are. I went through all of your stuff."

Mr. Casarez "...Right... Thank you."

Nny "No problem."

MW "AWWWK!!"

Nny "GODDAMN IT! NO! Get the fuck away from me! Fly back to the sad old man! GO!!..

Nasty creature."

Squee "Hey, Nny, just out of curiosity; how old are you?"

Nny "Young enough to endure this punishment but old enough for set punishment to send agony surging through all my joints."

Squee "So... like mid 20's? Late 20's? Obviously not early 20's-"

Nny "I'm-- *eye twitch* I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that to prevent a mental break and a bloodbath."

[Last past

Tee; MW likes to mess with Nny.

Attempted a little perspective practice. Failed. Some time this century, I'll figure it out.

It's always funny to me the times when Nny is just trying to be sincere or friendly, he just exposes his weird-creep wretch side of himself.

Cant thank thank everyone enough for their encouragement.

*recap panel*

Nny "YES!!"

Squee "NOT COOL, Nny! Not necessary!"

MW "AWWK!"

Nny "Flap off, bird. I'm not speaking to you."

[To Squee] "What?"

Squee "Dont ask "WHAT?" You were trying to be hurtful. KNOCK. IT. OFF. It's getting old."

Nny "Hurtful? I didn't hear anything either of you said. I was just excited over finishing my degrading apology chore. It was a pain in the ass. That carpet absorbs dried mud on a molecular level-- but the deed is done... Why... Why are you making that face?"

Squee "This is just my resting Squee face. Yup. No puzzles being put together on my part. --eep!--"

Nny "Ok.

What were you two talking about?

Why is HE making a face?"

Mr. Casarez "You startled me. I don't handle sudden loud noises well."

Nny "You don't? I'll make a mental note."

Squee "Juan was telling me about his son."

Nny "Aw, gross, you reproduced?"

Mr. Casarez "Once. A long time ago."

Nny "Why are people, who should never under any circumstances make more of themselves always the ones who reproduce?"

Mr. Casarez "If only people who "should" reproduce reproduced the human race would probably be extinct by now."

Nny "... You can't be dumb and wise, old man. That's not allowed."

(DING DONG!)

My "AWWWK!!"

Mr. Casarez "¡¿Qué diablos fue eso?!"

Nny "Whoa!"

Squee "Juan, it's ok! It was just the door bell. I the food is here. I saw a car pull up front."

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Thanks for all the positive feedback, everyone, especially after going so long without updating this.

Looks like everyone figured out who Mr. Casarez is, which I'm pleased about. Whether or not Nny figures it out is the journey we're now on.

Sorry for blurriness in some panels. Couldn't keep my hand steady.

It's funny, I've gotten compliments on Nny's outfit in the second part to this story because I head canon that Nny is self-conscious about his skinny arms and therefore usually never goes sleeveless (Hence the jacket he had on pages ago for arm coverage.)

So right now, he's especially irritated for letting Squee talk him into helping Mr. C clean MW's enclosure because it forced him to take off his jacket, revealing the tank top, along with all the other reasons.

For me, this tidbit makes this scenario funnier.]

Tak's Ship "Incoming call"

Dib "Ignore."

Tak's Ship "Parental Control override."

Dib "Oh come on!"

Tak's Ship "HA HA!"

Dib "Eben?"

Eben "Greetings! Salutations! Good Wishes and all similar such shit on behalf of the Pines family and myself, young Dilbert."

Dib "Did Todd give you the code to the parental control override? Dad gave TODD the code to the parental controls?!"

Eben "I will neither confirm nor deny this."

Dib "FUCK YOU, TODD, YOU SKINNY NARC KISS ASS PRICK!"

Pepito " You're going to be a good dad one day."

Squee "(To Pepito) Shut the fuck up... (to Dib) If it makes you feel better, dad changes the code every 10 days."

Dib "IT DOESN'T! STILL FUCK YOU, TODD!"

Eben "That's enough out of you."

Dib "With all due respect, I'm not in the mood to talk. Please hang up."

Eben "With all due respect, I don't give a fraction of a FUCK what you want. I want a drama free environment when I come home from work, but I'm a father of two and a husband trying to hold down a marriage kept together by a thread, so kindly tell me what's eatin' ya?"

[Continuation of this

Cringe fan interpretation is cringe. Apparently the relationship I pictured Dipper and Mabel's parents have was NOT canon accurate at all. I'm dedicated to my ocs now though, so this side plot will continue and there is a point to it.

I apologize for my cringe, but I don't. I do genuinely apologize for how quick and sloppy my drawings are though. Not in a good place right now.

Pepito "Heeey, pequeño erudito raro! I thought you were giving another lecture on your alien enemy research with Dipper tonight. Did he cancel? Prior nerd engagement?

You're in for a treat! It took me 4 months of practice and I had to drag Randy Rhoads back up from hell for pointers, but I finally nailed the intro to Bark at the Moon... Dib...? You ok?..."

Pepito "I'm talking to you, you little shit! Acknowledge m- Hey-?!"

Pepito "HEY! If you want to drink, crack open your dad's liquor cabinet. Hands off of MY shit unless I say otherwise!"

Dib "I would, but dad rigged an alarm system that signals him at the lab."

Pepito "Not my problem. Not an obstacle for me to maneuver around."

Dib "Give me a cigarette then."

Pepito "NO."

Dib "The fuck, man? I let you stay here."

Pepito "Piss poor judgment on your part."

Dib "You're underage too."

Pepito "Do what thou will unless your brother bitches me out for it."

Dib "Todd is Gaz's brother, NOT mine."

Dib "You just slapped me..."

Pepito "Disrespect Todd again and I'll do far worse! Where the fuck do you get the gall?! He would DIE gruesomely then spend his afterlife marching through all of HELL and back for your safety, well-being and happiness. You... gutless ingrate. I have legions-- LEGIONS of older half-brothers and not ONE of them gives a shit about me or my existence!"

Dib "Get the fuck out."

Pepito "Make me."

Dib "I will!"

Pepito "Good luck."

Dib "You really think I haven't researched ways to cast out hostile spirits and demons?"

Pepito "Sure you have, but it takes a lot more than a hyperfixation on the paranormal and the occult to actually drive out a demon you willingly invited into your home. Do your worst, amigo. I'm not going anywhere. Not until uni starts up. Until the end of August, you're stuck with my ample goat-ass."

Dib "ERRRRRRR... Fine. Whatever. Fuck off. Fuck this whole screwed up family. I'll be in my ship. Don't bother me."

Tak's ship "I'm not "YOUR" ship, filthy human!"

Pepito "YOU fuck off. Brat!"

[A continuation of this

Finally sketched out this scene in full. Excuse the lack of background. Not a lot of free time in my life lately combined with lack of refined skill equals this dribble..

Dib's just a young teen processing a lot of tough emotional baggage. Don't judge him too harshly.

Mr. Casarez "...And a fruit cup. Do you make dessert pizza this early...? Really? Great. Could you add a--"

Nny "He's STILL ordering... who does this guy think he's feeding?"

Mr. Casarez "Myself, My Wife and two boys who really need to eat."

Noise "And me, asshole!"

Mr. Casarez "Just take home whatever you can't finish. Or I'll eat it."

Squee "Sounds good. Thank you. Is it really killing you to be nice?"

Nny "To him? I think so?"

Squee "Well, die with grace, ok?"

MW "Ooel Oi!"

Nny "Did that goddamn bird just call me noodle boy?"

Squee "No-- I mean, I'm pretty sure this type of parot can't talk."

MY OOEL OI!!"

Nny "You--"

Mr. Casarez "The food should be here in 40 minutes."

Nny "Wonderful! I'll get started on the carpet while we wait so this day is over with as mercifully soon as possible! Kindly keep your aerial shit cannon away from me and my belongings. Thank you."

Nny "I will working with my headphones on, so don't bother me until the food is here. Appreciate it."

Mr. Casarez "Ok... I'll do my best, but I can't promise anything."

Squee "I'm sorry about Nny. He really is trying to make up for all the crap he's pulled on you. He just-"

Mr. Casarez "Don't be sorry. I'm grateful for the help around here. It takes 4 times as long to clean her enclosure myself. Do you want to give My Wife a shower out back? She would really appreciate it."

Squee. "Sure, no problem."

Mr. Casarez "Ok, I'll get the hose."

[Out back]

Squee "They just left her locked up in her enclosure when they moved out? That's horrible. "

Mr. Casarez "You don't know the half of it. When I moved in I found her covered in her own shit, her water bottle was dry for who knows how long, she was half starved and plucking out her own feathers from stress."

Squee "Awww..."

Mr. Casarez "Why do people take in pets just to mistreat them? I'll never understand."

Mr. Casarez "Whoever lived here before me must have decided it was too expensive to keep her or it was too much of a hassle to move her. I couldn't afford to take her to a vet so I had to check out a bunch of books at the library about exotic pet bird care. I only knew how to take care of chickens. It was hard. I'm a very slow reader, even in Spanish. It paid off; she's much healthier now and she trusts me."

Squee "That's impressive, Juan."

Mr. Casarez "I've always loved birds. I was afraid to handle her at first though. Loud noises scare me and she's very noisy... and bitey, but now we're inseparable. It breaks my heart I won't be able to keep her much longer."

Squee "Why not?"

Mr. Casarez "My health isn't good. I love My Wife, but she needs an owner with more energy, a longer life expectancy and a higher income to care for her how she needs to live a good life. My social worker's son put her up for adoption on the internet for me. So far one person has contacted me. If I get a good feeling when I speak to them in person, I'll give her away. If not, I don't know what I'm going to do. I don't want to pass away and leave her trapped in her enclosure."

Squee "That really sucks, but it's sweet you tried this hard for her."

Mr. Casarez "So, Um, just out of curiosity, why do you call him "Nny" and why does he keep calling you "Squee?" Is that some kind of new young person slang I'm unfamiliar with or--?"

Squee "Uh, no, um, not-- "Squee" is just his pet name for me. It's actually a crappy nickname the kids at school call me, but for some reason I introduced myself to him as "Squee" when my family first moved next door to him. I hate being called "Squee", but I don't have the heart to tell him. "Nny is a nickname... he gave himself, I guess? It's short for Johnny."

Mr. Casarez "I like the sound of "Johnny" a lot better than "Nny", but I'm biased. My son was named Johnny."

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Sorry for so much dialog. I'm trying to move this story along and get to an important plot point, but I only know how to write with loads of dialog so....

I think there were at least 3 dumb spelling mistakes and I was super pissed off while drawing a few panels hence the extra sloppy, heavy linework in some of it. Appreciate anyone still following this au. Struggling to figure out exactly how I want to end this. It's meant to be a rather sad story, but I keep throwing in gags.

"My name is Reg Membrane. I'm 9-years-old. I like mythology, animals and everything unexplained in this world...

My granddad is the world renowned super scientist, Prof Membrane, in case my last name sounded familiar.

I'm kind of boring but my family is pretty awesome."

[Decided to start redrawing the intro to my 18-years-later au I did YEARS ago. Just going to take a panel by panel approach because a half hour before my work shift starts is probably the only time I can dedicate to actually forming a clear chronological narrative to this mess of an au/ it's many side stories]

The fallen tallests have a spot in line and they eventually get their chance to carve their stories/ grievances if they choose to wait their turn. Most certainly do.

As for Spanx; he was one of the last of Soxx's 3 high generals. Most of the Irken race was wiped out in the final world war either in battle or via genocide.

Spanx rallied a small army of the remaining living old world irkens between the last 3 hives of the 3rd era. He organized a rebellion against Soxx, Hitz and Kii. He and his rebel army tried to dismantle the control brains before Soxx, Hitz and Kii could download their minds and personalities into the brain-vessels in power today.

Their attempt failed. His army was crushed. The survivors were executed in disgrace. Spanx suffered a massive head injury in battle. His flesh vessel was recovered/ kept alive, reduced to a near vegitive state. The control brains declared him almighty tallest. Soxx literally used him as a puppet; he spoke through Spanx and brainwashed the entire generation of "new and updated Irkens" spawned from the smeetery.

Thus the 4th era began.

Spanx was trapped in his own mind/ Pak; helpless as he witnessed the cruel, deliberate corruption of his own species. It was Hell for him.

Pepito "Heeey, pequeño erudito raro! I thought you were giving another lecture on your alien enemy research with Dipper tonight. Did he cancel? Prior nerd engagement?

You're in for a treat! It took me 4 months of practice and I had to drag Randy Rhoads back up from hell for pointers, but I finally nailed the intro to Bark at the Moon... Dib...? You ok?..."

Had time to kill before my shift starts. Wanted to try to continue with this sub plot

For context, Pepito temporarily lives out of the Membrane family's garage after Squee is kicked out of his dad's home in LA and moves across the country to live with the Membranes (long story short, Gaz discovers she has an older half brother and reaches out to Todd). (Is taking some goof off time before college starts).

Prof. Membrane hasn't been home in months, so he hasn't noticed. The neighbors notice though. He constantly blairs loud music/ practices guitar and keyboard.

I should really redraw this when I take the time to illustrate the whole scene.

Mr. Casarez "There's a pizzeria that opened up nearby that serves this new thing called "breakfast pizza." I got a flier in the mail the other day. I really want to try it. You two interested?"

Nny "Breakfast pizza isn't a "new thing."

Squeeze "Really, man?"

Mr. Casarez *shrug* "If I haven't tried it yet, it's new to me."

Noise "That's right! Flap off!"

Mr. Casarez " I'll place the order. What do you want on your pizza?"

MW "AWK!!"

Nny "AHH!"

Squeeze "We're here to help you. You don't have to put yourself out."

Mr. Casarez "It's no trouble. I planned to order food anyway. This is really exciting. I get to try something different and eat with company for the first time since they let me out."

Squee "Out of where?..."

Nny "I want bacon, egg and sausage on mine."

Mr. Casarez "What about you, Todd?"

Squee "Uh... Just veggies, I guess. Whatever veggies they usually put on a breakfast pizza. Please, thank you."

Nny "Hey! Tell your Wife to keep her beak to herself!"

Mr. Casarez "Aw, She likes you. She only bites people she likes."

Mr. Casarez "Hello... Is it too early for delivery?... Great. I would like to order 3 eight-cut breakfast pizzas; one with..."

Noise "WOAH WOAH WOAH WOAH! I want some pizza too, ya hungover SLOB! I'm not sharing with these two mooks!"

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I've never tried breakfast pizza either.

I promise, this dialog leads to somewhere.

I totally forgot Mr. C's buzzard-head cane in the second panel and I I was really scrambled for time on the last one, so the background is extra terrible. Ohhh....

I had to wipe my phone recently because of a virus. Now that I'm convinced it's safe to log into anything, I'll be more active/ responsive in the near future.

Thank you to everyone who likes and rebogs the Nny's Looper au posts (or any artwork I post, really.).

There IS a literary sense of irony to the whole Control Brains' method of blinding the modern Irken race to the tyranny they've been placed under while preserving the eyes of their original flesh vessels.

Hu...

I wish I could say that was intentional, but I'm not that clever of a writer. The whole eye metaphor was subconscious in origin. (?)

To be honest, the exact details of the fall of the Control Brain rule and the disposal of the brains themselves have not been fully thought out on my part.

When that proverbial shit finally hits that cosmic fan, their preserved eyes are probably destroyed/ lost in a violent war/ uprising. No Irken drone or Resisty rebel alive by that point would even know to look for the eyes. They just strike hard and hope for a miracle.

Part of that is the control brains' fault because they censored/ erased so much information on old Irk's traditions from the common drone.

In all honesty, the original eyes of Hitz/ Soxx and Kii would not be deserving of preservation, especially to the Resisty rebels.

Don't be afraid to send an ask more than once. Most of my asks are sent anonymously. If there is a bias on whose asks I answer more often, It's not intentional.

I do have a fear that by the time I actually CAN come up with a good answer to certain asks, the person who sent the ask has probably lost interest lol. That's entirely my fault. There is little to no organization to my IZ/ JTHM aus. I can't figure out htf to tap into my tumblr archive and I would hate to contradict myself. I'm sure I've done it several times.

Sometimes I begin to answer a question, save it to drafts and promise myself to finish my thoughts later plus add a neat illustration or two and the answers just... get consumed by the buggy tumblr aether.

Or my screwed memory fails to go back to it.

If I fail to respond to an ask,, feel free to message me directly. Depending on where I am and where my irl energy is being directed when I get a message, I might respond sooner for some inexplicable reason.

Nny "Wait-- Those prints are from your boots, not mine!"

Squee "Nny, for Christ's sake."

Mr. Casarez "I was too focused on finding out who the Hell broke into my home to remember to take them off."

Nny "Okay, you win. Whatever ends this torment sooner."

MW "AWK!"

Noise "I'm going to trick the old man into eating you! I'll figure out how!"

Mr. Casarez "Come in. I'll start digging out any cleaning supplies you need."

Nny "Luckily I've mastered how to scrub stains out of floors and walls."

Mr. Casarez "I'm sure you have."

Squee "You can walk me through your enclosure cleaning routine while he cleans the carpet."

Mr. Casarez "Before we start, do you boys want me to order some food? I would cook us breakfast, but I'm really hurting this morning."

Nny "Yeah. YOU’RE hurting."

Squee "That's ok. You don't have to-"

Nny "I'll take a bowl of that chili."

Mr. Casarez "Ooh. Sorry. I ate the rest of it."

Nny "You ate ALL of it? It's ALL gone?"

Squee "It was HIS chili and he isn't obligated to feed us AT ALL..."

Nny "It was a 4 quart pot!"

Mr. Casarez "I eat a lot when I'm upset."

Nny "Goddamn, old man..."

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Nny is determined to be a horrible little shit through this whole apology attempt XD. Sloppy art as usual, but the dialogue/ whole premise of Mr. C offering to buy food for his intruders amused me.

Had a bunch more panels drawn out over the last week or so of breaks/ lunches at work, but I didn't shake off the lazy and type up the dialogue until last night.

Forgive me anyone I owe artwork or answers to. This is my comfort AU.

Soxx lived about 1000 years in his flesh vessel. Kii lived just under 1000 years and Hitz lived a little over 900 thanks to the modern PAK/ control brain technology they commissioned/ developed.

When their flesh vessels finally expired and their consciousnesses were downloaded into their Control Brain vessels, their bodies were carried to the Colossus's right hand and ceremonially burned as per tradition by their first assigned 4th era tallest predecessor, Spanx (Spanx's story is very white washed and sad. I should write it out at some point).

The only flesh parts of the control brains' original flesh vessels that still exist today are their eyes. Their eyes were removed/ preserved.

The Control brains contain their preserved eyes in a little storage chamber within the first built brains' cores. (The first green brain that runs Irk's underground smeetery contains Kii's flesh eyes, the first red brain stationed on Irk's surface/ largest domestic military training base contains Hitz's eyes and the first purple brain stationed on KryptKii-Purr1 (aka, Irk's largest of her 3 moons) contains Soxx's eyes.

Eyes are THE VERY MOST sacred organ in Irken culture. Think of how we humans value/ idealize/ romanticize the penis, the heart or the breasts.

It is forbidden to remove, look upon or physically handle Soxx, Kii and Hitz's original eyes.

Nny "Aw, don't-- Don't look at me like I'm the biggest pile of shit on earth. Every time you give me that look I want to carve your face off--

-- But you're like a baby brother to me, so I would never do it.

*pained groan* He better have rubber gloves."

Squee "Proud of you."

Nny "Old man Juan, as an extension of my verbal apology I would like to offor to help you clean your filthy tiny dragon's den."

Mr. Casarez "Scrub out the muddy bootprints on my carpet too, promise to never come near me again and apology accepted."

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Woo, took me forever to knock out the next hand full of panels. Sorry about that and for the sloppy line work, but I really didn’t want this au to slip into oblivion.

Still having fun with all the dialogue. Poor Squee; he's so numb to Nny and his brand of crazy by this point.]