MOM: ic contact

[triangleman]

phone

Comments

VOICE

[htespagheti]

HELLO! I'M DOING A PRANK CALL. IS YOUR REFRIGERATOR RUNNING?

VOICE;

[triangleman]

Nope. Swimming, at the moment! Gotta get in shape for the triathalon.

[htespagheti]

[htespagheti]

THEN YOU BETTER GO CATCH IT?

[triangleman]

What, and interrupt? I want it to be in the best shape possible!

[htespagheti]

DON'T BE RIDICULOUS. REFRIGERATORS CAN'T COMPETE IN TRIATHLONS. THEY WOULD NEVER FIT ON A BICYCLE.

[triangleman]

SssshhhhSSSSHHHHHSHHHshhshh shh! Keep it down! You don't want to shatter its dreams of competition, do you?

[htespagheti]

OH MY GOSH.........

HOW COULD I????? EVERYONE SHOULD BE FREE TO FOLLOW THEIR DREAMS NO MATTER HOW IMPOSSIBLE. TELL THAT REFRIGERATOR I, PAPYRUS, AM ROOTING FOR IT! THE WHOLE WAY! LEARN HOW TO FIT ON A BICYCLE! SWIM THOSE LAPS!!!!!! GO FOR THE GOLD!!!!! WIN ALL THE TRIATHLON POINTS!!!!!!

[triangleman]

There you go! Now you've got it.

I'll be expecting to see you in the crowd when it gets going, you know!

text; 2/14

[glitterateur]

[Unlike literally everyone else Mabel knows (except for a certain someone) (it’s Gideon) there is no personalized Valentine delivery for this eldritch chaos demon. Instead a text message gets dropped in his inbox:]

roses are red
violets are blue
you ruined air bud
I’m gonna punch you in your stupid eye

[There’s an picture to accompany it.]

NOT HERE;

[triangleman]

[he's not going to reply, but you should know that he framed it and put it in his room in the government unit.]