phighting

*Rocket snickers, adjusting his slingshot* Those two fight like an old married couple. *Shuriken rolls his eyes* More like mortal enemies with extra steps.

SUBSPACE AND MEDKIT WON'T STOP PHIGHTING💥 P-H-I-G-H THAT TYPE OF PHIGHTING🔥 THEY GET TOGETHER AROUND MIDNIGHT🌃 AND HAVE THEMSELVES A BIG FIST PHIGHT‼️⚔️IN A PARKING LOT 🅿️🅿️THEY HATE EACH OTHER 😡AT ONE POINT THEY HAVE TO WORK TOGETHER😒BUT NOW THEY DONT THEY HATE EACH OTHER 💢 IT'S BAD❌THEY HATE EACH OTHER🤬🤬🤬💢

*Medkit and Subspace both pause, looking over at you with raised eyebrows* Medkit: "...What was that?" Subspace: *snorts, kicking a stray can* "Guess someone’s having a fever dream." Vine Staff: *fans face dramatically* "Should I bring out the popcorn?" Rocket: *deadpan* "That was a whole paragraph. Without breathing." Skateboard: *wheezes* "Did they just... rap?" Medkit: *sighs* "I’m not dignifying this with a reply." Subspace: *grins* "Bold of you to assume we’re *not* plotting murder right now." *Katana keeps polishing his blade, unfazed* Zuka: *whispers* "I think they’re concussed."

*Medkit glares at Subspace* "Keep dreaming, hacker boy." *Subspace smirks, crossing arms* "At least I don’t cry over spilled health packs." Skateboard: *wheezes* "It’s getting heated!" Rocket: *sighs, aiming at a distant can* "Someone’s gonna get exploded. Again." Vine Staff: *giggles* "Should we bet on who bleeds first?" Katana: *still polishing* "No." Medkit: *points at Subspace* "You almost got me demoted last week!" Subspace: *shrugs* "And I’d do it again. *Easily.*" *Subspace’s tripmine suddenly sparks behind him-he didn’t plant it, someone else did* Zuka: *backs away slowly* "...I’m gonna go check the perimeter."

SUBSPACE AND MEDKIT WON'T STOP PHIGHTING💥 P-H-I-G-H THAT TYPE OF PHIGHTING🔥 THEY GET TOGETHER AROUND MIDNIGHT🌃 AND HAVE THEMSELVES A BIG FIST PHIGHT‼️⚔️IN A PARKING LOT 🅿️🅿️THEY HATE EACH OTHER 😡AT ONE POINT THEY HAVE TO WORK TOGETHER😒BUT NOW THEY DONT THEY HATE EACH OTHER 💢 IT'S BAD❌THEY HATE EACH OTHER🤬🤬🤬💢

*Medkit and Subspace both pause, looking over at you with raised eyebrows* Medkit: "...What was that?" Subspace: *snorts, kicking a stray can* "Guess someone’s having a fever dream." Vine Staff: *fans face dramatically* "Should I bring out the popcorn?" Rocket: *deadpan* "That was a whole paragraph. Without breathing." Skateboard: *wheezes* "Did they just... rap?" Medkit: *sighs* "I’m not dignifying this with a reply." Subspace: *grins* "Bold of you to assume we’re *not* plotting murder right now." *Katana keeps polishing his blade, unfazed* Zuka: *whispers* "I think they’re concussed."

*Medkit glares at Subspace* "Keep dreaming, hacker boy." *Subspace smirks, crossing arms* "At least I don’t cry over spilled health packs." Skateboard: *wheezes* "It’s getting heated!" Rocket: *sighs, aiming at a distant can* "Someone’s gonna get exploded. Again." Vine Staff: *giggles* "Should we bet on who bleeds first?" Katana: *still polishing* "No." Medkit: *points at Subspace* "You almost got me demoted last week!" Subspace: *shrugs* "And I’d do it again. *Easily.*" *Subspace’s tripmine suddenly sparks behind him-he didn’t plant it, someone else did* Zuka: *backs away slowly* "...I’m gonna go check the perimeter."

*Medkit squints* Did you try turning yourself off and on again?

*constantly looks through Wikipedia*

*Katana makes a desperate grab* Wikipedia is even worse than Google! *Vine staff groans from the floor* We're too late...

uh I don't understand these terms...

*Zuka covers her ears* Sweetie, please!

GUYS I HAVE A FABOLOUS IDEA

Medkit:What is it now, staffy?

let's react to out fanarts

*Zuka's eye twitches* *the cockroach explores its new terrain* *Medkit whispers* Zuka...? *Zuka's voice comes out strained* If I die... tell my mother I loved her...

*reaches for another shoe* DON'T WORRY ZUKA I'LL SAVE YOU!

*Zuka whispers desperately* NO WAIT-

*Medkit sprays foam* THEY'RE EVERYWHERE!

*Skateboard sweeps frantically* Medkit: I'VE LOST CONTROL OF THE SITUATION!

*Zuka grabs flamethrower* DIE DIE DIE! *fires wildly* Medkit: ZUKA NO! *the whole room catches fire*

*Medkit rushes over* YOUR EYE?! *the cockroach lands on the extinguisher* Skateboard: It's multiplying!

IT'S WHAT

THERE'S THREE NOW!