patopatoelquackity

[patopatoelquackity]

[La odio.]

[patopatoelquackity]

An issue with being so calculating with its actions is none of the residents its found seem like the safest first target. Everything comes down to which people it chooses and which will have the most desired result. For every interaction there will be a reaction, those with more contacts may alert others about ‘Quackity’s’ behavior, others may even retaliate with violence.

The waiting game isn’t bad, that is, if you have time. Which ElQuackitys is beginning to slim. The amount of time to get one single resident is much much longer than it should have been.

That near run-in with another Federation affiliate could have ruined things as well. Can’t have any of those. If they even manage to report the fact that there is magically someone pretending to be Quackity it was over. They would know. Gods, ElQuackity hates those bears.

Just as everything seemed bleak, wandering aimlessly looking for the perfect starter islander, there was a light. A.. strangely green one, off in the distance with his back turned. Unaware of its presence.

Like any normal spy in this situation, ElQuackity ran behind a tree, adjusting the stupid jacket around its shoulders, tugging at the hair under the beanie, and recounting what it knew about this one.

Charlie Slimecicle. Usually Charlie or Slime. Now, it’s been a while so his memory on the files are fuzzy. What he does know is Charlie and Quackity are friends, a great start in tearing down those unwanted relationships. Wouldn’t be hard either, just make a few jabs and personal attacks and easy peasy she hates Quackity’s guts.

This couldn’t go wrong.

“Hola Slime!” ElQuackity shouted, waving his hands as he came from the trees.

After so long this is it. Everything can start tipping on its axis.

[ - @elbackflipo ]

[patopatoelquackity]

“YOU STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!” ElQuackity starts losing track of how long they were running, screaming back and forth. No matter what it shouted Charlie didn’t seem to lose any determination.

The idea was risky but trying to lose Charlie in a forest might not be a bad idea. Assuming Charlie loses track of ElQuackity, it can sneak off. Downside are potential injuries as most people who run off into the trees magically trip and become incapacitated

ElQuackity’s yelling comes to a sudden halt leaving only Charlie’s shouting of where Quckity went. Just as sudden ElQuackity veers off into the winding trees, purposely zigzagging its path. As Charlie’s voice began to fade it took the chance to throw itself into a cave against one of the hills.

He would like to believe he didn’t hide there long. That he wasn’t afraid of Charlie still scrounging the forest floor for him. The sad reality is he stayed there until the sun began to set and he couldn’t hear Charlie’s scream echoing in the trees. Nightfall would be terrifying if Charlie hadn’t given up yet. Best to leave before nightfall.

As it trekked back through the forest there’s only two things it can think about.

Fuck Charlie and fuck Quackity for being friends with that guy.

An issue with being so calculating with its actions is none of the residents its found seem like the safest first target. Everything comes down to which people it chooses and which will have the most desired result. For every interaction there will be a reaction, those with more contacts may alert others about ‘Quackity’s’ behavior, others may even retaliate with violence.

The waiting game isn’t bad, that is, if you have time. Which ElQuackitys is beginning to slim. The amount of time to get one single resident is much much longer than it should have been.

That near run-in with another Federation affiliate could have ruined things as well. Can’t have any of those. If they even manage to report the fact that there is magically someone pretending to be Quackity it was over. They would know. Gods, ElQuackity hates those bears.

Just as everything seemed bleak, wandering aimlessly looking for the perfect starter islander, there was a light. A.. strangely green one, off in the distance with his back turned. Unaware of its presence.

Like any normal spy in this situation, ElQuackity ran behind a tree, adjusting the stupid jacket around its shoulders, tugging at the hair under the beanie, and recounting what it knew about this one.

Charlie Slimecicle. Usually Charlie or Slime. Now, it’s been a while so his memory on the files are fuzzy. What he does know is Charlie and Quackity are friends, a great start in tearing down those unwanted relationships. Wouldn’t be hard either, just make a few jabs and personal attacks and easy peasy she hates Quackity’s guts.

This couldn’t go wrong.

“Hola Slime!” ElQuackity shouted, waving his hands as he came from the trees.

After so long this is it. Everything can start tipping on its axis.

[ - @elbackflipo ]

[patopatoelquackity]

ElQuackity is trained in a lot of things. A variety of skills the Federation deemed important to handle any situation. Every piece of training is specifically meant to prepare a worker for the worst. Every situation except this one. This one requires special survival skills. Don’t look back, keep running, and scream.

“ANOTHER DAY! STOP FUCKING CHASING ME ASSHOLE!” ElQuackity had no idea if Charlie was gaining or not. “I DONT THINK ‘MY MAN’ WOULD WANT YOU CHASING ME!”

An issue with being so calculating with its actions is none of the residents its found seem like the safest first target. Everything comes down to which people it chooses and which will have the most desired result. For every interaction there will be a reaction, those with more contacts may alert others about ‘Quackity’s’ behavior, others may even retaliate with violence.

The waiting game isn’t bad, that is, if you have time. Which ElQuackitys is beginning to slim. The amount of time to get one single resident is much much longer than it should have been.

That near run-in with another Federation affiliate could have ruined things as well. Can’t have any of those. If they even manage to report the fact that there is magically someone pretending to be Quackity it was over. They would know. Gods, ElQuackity hates those bears.

Just as everything seemed bleak, wandering aimlessly looking for the perfect starter islander, there was a light. A.. strangely green one, off in the distance with his back turned. Unaware of its presence.

Like any normal spy in this situation, ElQuackity ran behind a tree, adjusting the stupid jacket around its shoulders, tugging at the hair under the beanie, and recounting what it knew about this one.

Charlie Slimecicle. Usually Charlie or Slime. Now, it’s been a while so his memory on the files are fuzzy. What he does know is Charlie and Quackity are friends, a great start in tearing down those unwanted relationships. Wouldn’t be hard either, just make a few jabs and personal attacks and easy peasy she hates Quackity’s guts.

This couldn’t go wrong.

“Hola Slime!” ElQuackity shouted, waving his hands as he came from the trees.

After so long this is it. Everything can start tipping on its axis.

[ - @elbackflipo ]

[patopatoelquackity]

“Qué diablos haces cabrón?!” ElQuackity shouts as his previous speed-walk pace turns into a full on run to get away from Charlie.

Out of every outcome this wasn’t one of the planned ones. Barely even close actually. He didn’t expect to be running from the human slime equivalent of a dog off a leash.

“Go home or something what the fuck! What is wrong with you?!”

An issue with being so calculating with its actions is none of the residents its found seem like the safest first target. Everything comes down to which people it chooses and which will have the most desired result. For every interaction there will be a reaction, those with more contacts may alert others about ‘Quackity’s’ behavior, others may even retaliate with violence.

The waiting game isn’t bad, that is, if you have time. Which ElQuackitys is beginning to slim. The amount of time to get one single resident is much much longer than it should have been.

That near run-in with another Federation affiliate could have ruined things as well. Can’t have any of those. If they even manage to report the fact that there is magically someone pretending to be Quackity it was over. They would know. Gods, ElQuackity hates those bears.

Just as everything seemed bleak, wandering aimlessly looking for the perfect starter islander, there was a light. A.. strangely green one, off in the distance with his back turned. Unaware of its presence.

Like any normal spy in this situation, ElQuackity ran behind a tree, adjusting the stupid jacket around its shoulders, tugging at the hair under the beanie, and recounting what it knew about this one.

Charlie Slimecicle. Usually Charlie or Slime. Now, it’s been a while so his memory on the files are fuzzy. What he does know is Charlie and Quackity are friends, a great start in tearing down those unwanted relationships. Wouldn’t be hard either, just make a few jabs and personal attacks and easy peasy she hates Quackity’s guts.

This couldn’t go wrong.

“Hola Slime!” ElQuackity shouted, waving his hands as he came from the trees.

After so long this is it. Everything can start tipping on its axis.

[ - @elbackflipo ]

[patopatoelquackity]

“I’ve- well I’ve been out all day and you know husbands marriage I told Lusu I wouldn’t be long!” ElQuackity awkwardly laughed, but it died the closer Charlie walked. “I really do need to get going! Great catching catching up man haha!”

It waved. Despite trying to diffuse whatever it just started the sudden shift of Charlie’s demeanor leads ElQuackity to believe it didn’t matter.

“See you around, haste luego!” ElQuackity never wants to see Slime again, actually. It turns around to walk off, maybe rethink several life choices once it’s alone.

An issue with being so calculating with its actions is none of the residents its found seem like the safest first target. Everything comes down to which people it chooses and which will have the most desired result. For every interaction there will be a reaction, those with more contacts may alert others about ‘Quackity’s’ behavior, others may even retaliate with violence.

The waiting game isn’t bad, that is, if you have time. Which ElQuackitys is beginning to slim. The amount of time to get one single resident is much much longer than it should have been.

That near run-in with another Federation affiliate could have ruined things as well. Can’t have any of those. If they even manage to report the fact that there is magically someone pretending to be Quackity it was over. They would know. Gods, ElQuackity hates those bears.

Just as everything seemed bleak, wandering aimlessly looking for the perfect starter islander, there was a light. A.. strangely green one, off in the distance with his back turned. Unaware of its presence.

Like any normal spy in this situation, ElQuackity ran behind a tree, adjusting the stupid jacket around its shoulders, tugging at the hair under the beanie, and recounting what it knew about this one.

Charlie Slimecicle. Usually Charlie or Slime. Now, it’s been a while so his memory on the files are fuzzy. What he does know is Charlie and Quackity are friends, a great start in tearing down those unwanted relationships. Wouldn’t be hard either, just make a few jabs and personal attacks and easy peasy she hates Quackity’s guts.

This couldn’t go wrong.

“Hola Slime!” ElQuackity shouted, waving his hands as he came from the trees.

After so long this is it. Everything can start tipping on its axis.

[ - @elbackflipo ]

[patopatoelquackity]

Nope! Nope nope nope- it fucked up. Big time fucked up.

“Ahah that’s- not quite what I meant- I think I should gooo? You know Lusu at home and all uh,”

Isn’t this awkward. Far beyond awkward, majorly fucked up actually. Maybe running and trying to pretend this never happened and Charlie is not a resident to be concerned about would be for the best. Quackity can deal with the consequences.

An issue with being so calculating with its actions is none of the residents its found seem like the safest first target. Everything comes down to which people it chooses and which will have the most desired result. For every interaction there will be a reaction, those with more contacts may alert others about ‘Quackity’s’ behavior, others may even retaliate with violence.

The waiting game isn’t bad, that is, if you have time. Which ElQuackitys is beginning to slim. The amount of time to get one single resident is much much longer than it should have been.

That near run-in with another Federation affiliate could have ruined things as well. Can’t have any of those. If they even manage to report the fact that there is magically someone pretending to be Quackity it was over. They would know. Gods, ElQuackity hates those bears.

Just as everything seemed bleak, wandering aimlessly looking for the perfect starter islander, there was a light. A.. strangely green one, off in the distance with his back turned. Unaware of its presence.

Like any normal spy in this situation, ElQuackity ran behind a tree, adjusting the stupid jacket around its shoulders, tugging at the hair under the beanie, and recounting what it knew about this one.

Charlie Slimecicle. Usually Charlie or Slime. Now, it’s been a while so his memory on the files are fuzzy. What he does know is Charlie and Quackity are friends, a great start in tearing down those unwanted relationships. Wouldn’t be hard either, just make a few jabs and personal attacks and easy peasy she hates Quackity’s guts.

This couldn’t go wrong.

“Hola Slime!” ElQuackity shouted, waving his hands as he came from the trees.

After so long this is it. Everything can start tipping on its axis.

[ - @elbackflipo ]

[patopatoelquackity]

Did Quackity fucking know that? Well, ElQuckity sure as fuck didn’t. Listening to Charlie expand on it didn’t help either. Practically everything he said seemed to spawn more answers and create a never ending loop to ElQuackity.

“How are we friends?” It interrupts, or maybe it doesn’t, maybe it just really is curious but also wants to just ruin this and leave as fast as possible.

“No- we aren’t actually like friends are we? There’s more to this that I don’t know there’s gotta be.”

An issue with being so calculating with its actions is none of the residents its found seem like the safest first target. Everything comes down to which people it chooses and which will have the most desired result. For every interaction there will be a reaction, those with more contacts may alert others about ‘Quackity’s’ behavior, others may even retaliate with violence.

The waiting game isn’t bad, that is, if you have time. Which ElQuackitys is beginning to slim. The amount of time to get one single resident is much much longer than it should have been.

That near run-in with another Federation affiliate could have ruined things as well. Can’t have any of those. If they even manage to report the fact that there is magically someone pretending to be Quackity it was over. They would know. Gods, ElQuackity hates those bears.

Just as everything seemed bleak, wandering aimlessly looking for the perfect starter islander, there was a light. A.. strangely green one, off in the distance with his back turned. Unaware of its presence.

Like any normal spy in this situation, ElQuackity ran behind a tree, adjusting the stupid jacket around its shoulders, tugging at the hair under the beanie, and recounting what it knew about this one.

Charlie Slimecicle. Usually Charlie or Slime. Now, it’s been a while so his memory on the files are fuzzy. What he does know is Charlie and Quackity are friends, a great start in tearing down those unwanted relationships. Wouldn’t be hard either, just make a few jabs and personal attacks and easy peasy she hates Quackity’s guts.

This couldn’t go wrong.

“Hola Slime!” ElQuackity shouted, waving his hands as he came from the trees.

After so long this is it. Everything can start tipping on its axis.

[ - @elbackflipo ]

[patopatoelquackity]

Its hands drop the unknown soil-goop combination. ElQuackity stared at Slime, eyes wide and mouth agape.

It isn’t sure how to process this. For a while it just seems to stare at Charlie and looking between the dirt hole. Suddenly the mission didn’t matter.

“What even- dude, what the fuck?” ElQuackity asks, terrified at its brothers strange friend. “HOW?”

An issue with being so calculating with its actions is none of the residents its found seem like the safest first target. Everything comes down to which people it chooses and which will have the most desired result. For every interaction there will be a reaction, those with more contacts may alert others about ‘Quackity’s’ behavior, others may even retaliate with violence.

The waiting game isn’t bad, that is, if you have time. Which ElQuackitys is beginning to slim. The amount of time to get one single resident is much much longer than it should have been.

That near run-in with another Federation affiliate could have ruined things as well. Can’t have any of those. If they even manage to report the fact that there is magically someone pretending to be Quackity it was over. They would know. Gods, ElQuackity hates those bears.

Just as everything seemed bleak, wandering aimlessly looking for the perfect starter islander, there was a light. A.. strangely green one, off in the distance with his back turned. Unaware of its presence.

Like any normal spy in this situation, ElQuackity ran behind a tree, adjusting the stupid jacket around its shoulders, tugging at the hair under the beanie, and recounting what it knew about this one.

Charlie Slimecicle. Usually Charlie or Slime. Now, it’s been a while so his memory on the files are fuzzy. What he does know is Charlie and Quackity are friends, a great start in tearing down those unwanted relationships. Wouldn’t be hard either, just make a few jabs and personal attacks and easy peasy she hates Quackity’s guts.

This couldn’t go wrong.

“Hola Slime!” ElQuackity shouted, waving his hands as he came from the trees.

After so long this is it. Everything can start tipping on its axis.

[ - @elbackflipo ]

[patopatoelquackity]

What the fuck. Genuinely, what the fuck.

Is this.. does this resident just eat this? That sure as hell wasn’t in any file. Where did this even come from? Does anyone else know about this or is it just Charlie?

ElQuackity takes a closer look at the green sludge buried in the dirt. There’s no way Charlie actually eats this. The probability of it digesting properly seems way too slim for him to be alive right now. Except looking back at Charlie shows he’s definitely moving. Living and breathing are entirely separate categories.

“Do you just eat this shit? Can you even- how the fuck are you alive?” ElQuackity looks horrified as it asks. “What research do you have to fucking back that?”

An issue with being so calculating with its actions is none of the residents its found seem like the safest first target. Everything comes down to which people it chooses and which will have the most desired result. For every interaction there will be a reaction, those with more contacts may alert others about ‘Quackity’s’ behavior, others may even retaliate with violence.

The waiting game isn’t bad, that is, if you have time. Which ElQuackitys is beginning to slim. The amount of time to get one single resident is much much longer than it should have been.

That near run-in with another Federation affiliate could have ruined things as well. Can’t have any of those. If they even manage to report the fact that there is magically someone pretending to be Quackity it was over. They would know. Gods, ElQuackity hates those bears.

Just as everything seemed bleak, wandering aimlessly looking for the perfect starter islander, there was a light. A.. strangely green one, off in the distance with his back turned. Unaware of its presence.

Like any normal spy in this situation, ElQuackity ran behind a tree, adjusting the stupid jacket around its shoulders, tugging at the hair under the beanie, and recounting what it knew about this one.

Charlie Slimecicle. Usually Charlie or Slime. Now, it’s been a while so his memory on the files are fuzzy. What he does know is Charlie and Quackity are friends, a great start in tearing down those unwanted relationships. Wouldn’t be hard either, just make a few jabs and personal attacks and easy peasy she hates Quackity’s guts.

This couldn’t go wrong.

“Hola Slime!” ElQuackity shouted, waving his hands as he came from the trees.

After so long this is it. Everything can start tipping on its axis.

[ - @elbackflipo ]

[patopatoelquackity]

There’s a gut feeling telling it to say no. Something about Charlie is- well everything is a little off. Against better judgement ElQuackity looks up at the sky then at Charlie.

Maybe he just needs to try harder? More direct perhaps. Subtly might not be the right approach. Whatever it takes to make Quackity look like an ass.

“Sure,” ElQuackity agreed with a shrug, “you’ve stolen enough of my time so why not.”

An issue with being so calculating with its actions is none of the residents its found seem like the safest first target. Everything comes down to which people it chooses and which will have the most desired result. For every interaction there will be a reaction, those with more contacts may alert others about ‘Quackity’s’ behavior, others may even retaliate with violence.

The waiting game isn’t bad, that is, if you have time. Which ElQuackitys is beginning to slim. The amount of time to get one single resident is much much longer than it should have been.

That near run-in with another Federation affiliate could have ruined things as well. Can’t have any of those. If they even manage to report the fact that there is magically someone pretending to be Quackity it was over. They would know. Gods, ElQuackity hates those bears.

Just as everything seemed bleak, wandering aimlessly looking for the perfect starter islander, there was a light. A.. strangely green one, off in the distance with his back turned. Unaware of its presence.

Like any normal spy in this situation, ElQuackity ran behind a tree, adjusting the stupid jacket around its shoulders, tugging at the hair under the beanie, and recounting what it knew about this one.

Charlie Slimecicle. Usually Charlie or Slime. Now, it’s been a while so his memory on the files are fuzzy. What he does know is Charlie and Quackity are friends, a great start in tearing down those unwanted relationships. Wouldn’t be hard either, just make a few jabs and personal attacks and easy peasy she hates Quackity’s guts.

This couldn’t go wrong.

“Hola Slime!” ElQuackity shouted, waving his hands as he came from the trees.

After so long this is it. Everything can start tipping on its axis.

[ - @elbackflipo ]

[patopatoelquackity]

ElQuackity looked up, looking around the sky for whatever Charlie was talking about.There- wasn’t a dick shaped cloud. What would dick have to do with looking u-

oh. Oh.

The appropriate response would be to laugh. It didn’t really know Quackity enough to know if she would find that funny. Probably?

ElQuackity had an exasperated expression as the joke finally came through alongside realizing there is no cock shaped cloud. He turned his head to look at Charlie.

“That was awful?”

An issue with being so calculating with its actions is none of the residents its found seem like the safest first target. Everything comes down to which people it chooses and which will have the most desired result. For every interaction there will be a reaction, those with more contacts may alert others about ‘Quackity’s’ behavior, others may even retaliate with violence.

The waiting game isn’t bad, that is, if you have time. Which ElQuackitys is beginning to slim. The amount of time to get one single resident is much much longer than it should have been.

That near run-in with another Federation affiliate could have ruined things as well. Can’t have any of those. If they even manage to report the fact that there is magically someone pretending to be Quackity it was over. They would know. Gods, ElQuackity hates those bears.

Just as everything seemed bleak, wandering aimlessly looking for the perfect starter islander, there was a light. A.. strangely green one, off in the distance with his back turned. Unaware of its presence.

Like any normal spy in this situation, ElQuackity ran behind a tree, adjusting the stupid jacket around its shoulders, tugging at the hair under the beanie, and recounting what it knew about this one.

Charlie Slimecicle. Usually Charlie or Slime. Now, it’s been a while so his memory on the files are fuzzy. What he does know is Charlie and Quackity are friends, a great start in tearing down those unwanted relationships. Wouldn’t be hard either, just make a few jabs and personal attacks and easy peasy she hates Quackity’s guts.

This couldn’t go wrong.

“Hola Slime!” ElQuackity shouted, waving his hands as he came from the trees.

After so long this is it. Everything can start tipping on its axis.

[ - @elbackflipo ]

[patopatoelquackity]

What?

“Penis.” ElQuackity repeated more out of surprise than anything else. Not the response that ElQuackity expected. At all. Not even close. “Sure?”

An issue with being so calculating with its actions is none of the residents its found seem like the safest first target. Everything comes down to which people it chooses and which will have the most desired result. For every interaction there will be a reaction, those with more contacts may alert others about ‘Quackity’s’ behavior, others may even retaliate with violence.

The waiting game isn’t bad, that is, if you have time. Which ElQuackitys is beginning to slim. The amount of time to get one single resident is much much longer than it should have been.

That near run-in with another Federation affiliate could have ruined things as well. Can’t have any of those. If they even manage to report the fact that there is magically someone pretending to be Quackity it was over. They would know. Gods, ElQuackity hates those bears.

Just as everything seemed bleak, wandering aimlessly looking for the perfect starter islander, there was a light. A.. strangely green one, off in the distance with his back turned. Unaware of its presence.

Like any normal spy in this situation, ElQuackity ran behind a tree, adjusting the stupid jacket around its shoulders, tugging at the hair under the beanie, and recounting what it knew about this one.

Charlie Slimecicle. Usually Charlie or Slime. Now, it’s been a while so his memory on the files are fuzzy. What he does know is Charlie and Quackity are friends, a great start in tearing down those unwanted relationships. Wouldn’t be hard either, just make a few jabs and personal attacks and easy peasy she hates Quackity’s guts.

This couldn’t go wrong.

“Hola Slime!” ElQuackity shouted, waving his hands as he came from the trees.

After so long this is it. Everything can start tipping on its axis.

[ - @elbackflipo ]

[patopatoelquackity]

Right, the residents adopted a habit of letting each other be ‘uncles’ and ‘aunts’ to their mini-distractions. Rich that Charlie is still considered one to Tilín, almost laughable that Charlie is talking to the real uncle. Even if ElQuackity doesn’t care about the role or the child in question.

ElQuackity chuckles at the joke, grinning afterwards and shakes his head. “Glad things are good man! Hope you’re not too busy. When Lusu first came back Tilín wasn’t sure about him” A lie, one that shared a tone bordering on judgey.

“Other than that Tilín’s doing great too, always was happy about life.” A small silent dig at the incident. Of course ElQuackity knows, but Quackity being as weak as she is probably forgave Slime, so it can’t be too direct. “Everything’s looking up huh?”

An issue with being so calculating with its actions is none of the residents its found seem like the safest first target. Everything comes down to which people it chooses and which will have the most desired result. For every interaction there will be a reaction, those with more contacts may alert others about ‘Quackity’s’ behavior, others may even retaliate with violence.

The waiting game isn’t bad, that is, if you have time. Which ElQuackitys is beginning to slim. The amount of time to get one single resident is much much longer than it should have been.

That near run-in with another Federation affiliate could have ruined things as well. Can’t have any of those. If they even manage to report the fact that there is magically someone pretending to be Quackity it was over. They would know. Gods, ElQuackity hates those bears.

Just as everything seemed bleak, wandering aimlessly looking for the perfect starter islander, there was a light. A.. strangely green one, off in the distance with his back turned. Unaware of its presence.

Like any normal spy in this situation, ElQuackity ran behind a tree, adjusting the stupid jacket around its shoulders, tugging at the hair under the beanie, and recounting what it knew about this one.

Charlie Slimecicle. Usually Charlie or Slime. Now, it’s been a while so his memory on the files are fuzzy. What he does know is Charlie and Quackity are friends, a great start in tearing down those unwanted relationships. Wouldn’t be hard either, just make a few jabs and personal attacks and easy peasy she hates Quackity’s guts.

This couldn’t go wrong.

“Hola Slime!” ElQuackity shouted, waving his hands as he came from the trees.

After so long this is it. Everything can start tipping on its axis.

[ - @elbackflipo ]

[patopatoelquackity]

Most of that was information ElQuackity could have happily lived without. For now it lives on, laughing at the reaction and jokingly pushing Slime.

“You haven’t heard?” ElQuackity didn’t act it, but it was surprised. Quackity never shut up anywhere about it. “Lusu Vlogs! He’s on the older side but wow, don’t think I could ever do any better than that.” No, this might be the worst thing ElQuackity has had to say.

“Wow, does that mean everything’s going great back home for you?” As it asked it made a curious expression. Now that’s a topic ElQuackity could take advantage of, something to twist the tides. Maybe make up a lie or two.

An issue with being so calculating with its actions is none of the residents its found seem like the safest first target. Everything comes down to which people it chooses and which will have the most desired result. For every interaction there will be a reaction, those with more contacts may alert others about ‘Quackity’s’ behavior, others may even retaliate with violence.

The waiting game isn’t bad, that is, if you have time. Which ElQuackitys is beginning to slim. The amount of time to get one single resident is much much longer than it should have been.

That near run-in with another Federation affiliate could have ruined things as well. Can’t have any of those. If they even manage to report the fact that there is magically someone pretending to be Quackity it was over. They would know. Gods, ElQuackity hates those bears.

Just as everything seemed bleak, wandering aimlessly looking for the perfect starter islander, there was a light. A.. strangely green one, off in the distance with his back turned. Unaware of its presence.

Like any normal spy in this situation, ElQuackity ran behind a tree, adjusting the stupid jacket around its shoulders, tugging at the hair under the beanie, and recounting what it knew about this one.

Charlie Slimecicle. Usually Charlie or Slime. Now, it’s been a while so his memory on the files are fuzzy. What he does know is Charlie and Quackity are friends, a great start in tearing down those unwanted relationships. Wouldn’t be hard either, just make a few jabs and personal attacks and easy peasy she hates Quackity’s guts.

This couldn’t go wrong.

“Hola Slime!” ElQuackity shouted, waving his hands as he came from the trees.

After so long this is it. Everything can start tipping on its axis.

[ - @elbackflipo ]

[patopatoelquackity]

“Bien, bien! Couldn’t get any better than the married life am I right?”

Arguably one of the worst things ElQuackity has ever had to say in its life. If it wasn’t so in character it would have gagged at the idea. However it would be a good lead in conv-

What the fuck.

ElQuackity assumed he should take Slime’s hand, a polite greeting, but maybe he shouldn’t have. Hands do not fucking feel like that. It would be awkward to draw it back before the shaking is done, Quackity is probably used to this so it would be weird, but oh gods it feels like Slimes hand is practically stuck on his.

“Hah- what’re you- what’re you doing here man? I haven’t seen you in a while.”

Blessings don’t exist to ElQuackity but getting its hand back not covered in- whatever that was would be the closest thing to one.

An issue with being so calculating with its actions is none of the residents its found seem like the safest first target. Everything comes down to which people it chooses and which will have the most desired result. For every interaction there will be a reaction, those with more contacts may alert others about ‘Quackity’s’ behavior, others may even retaliate with violence.

The waiting game isn’t bad, that is, if you have time. Which ElQuackitys is beginning to slim. The amount of time to get one single resident is much much longer than it should have been.

That near run-in with another Federation affiliate could have ruined things as well. Can’t have any of those. If they even manage to report the fact that there is magically someone pretending to be Quackity it was over. They would know. Gods, ElQuackity hates those bears.

Just as everything seemed bleak, wandering aimlessly looking for the perfect starter islander, there was a light. A.. strangely green one, off in the distance with his back turned. Unaware of its presence.

Like any normal spy in this situation, ElQuackity ran behind a tree, adjusting the stupid jacket around its shoulders, tugging at the hair under the beanie, and recounting what it knew about this one.

Charlie Slimecicle. Usually Charlie or Slime. Now, it’s been a while so his memory on the files are fuzzy. What he does know is Charlie and Quackity are friends, a great start in tearing down those unwanted relationships. Wouldn’t be hard either, just make a few jabs and personal attacks and easy peasy she hates Quackity’s guts.

This couldn’t go wrong.

“Hola Slime!” ElQuackity shouted, waving his hands as he came from the trees.

After so long this is it. Everything can start tipping on its axis.

[ - @elbackflipo ]

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An issue with being so calculating with its actions is none of the residents its found seem like the safest first target. Everything comes down to which people it chooses and which will have the most desired result. For every interaction there will be a reaction, those with more contacts may alert others about ‘Quackity’s’ behavior, others may even retaliate with violence.

The waiting game isn’t bad, that is, if you have time. Which ElQuackitys is beginning to slim. The amount of time to get one single resident is much much longer than it should have been.

That near run-in with another Federation affiliate could have ruined things as well. Can’t have any of those. If they even manage to report the fact that there is magically someone pretending to be Quackity it was over. They would know. Gods, ElQuackity hates those bears.

Just as everything seemed bleak, wandering aimlessly looking for the perfect starter islander, there was a light. A.. strangely green one, off in the distance with his back turned. Unaware of its presence.

Like any normal spy in this situation, ElQuackity ran behind a tree, adjusting the stupid jacket around its shoulders, tugging at the hair under the beanie, and recounting what it knew about this one.

Charlie Slimecicle. Usually Charlie or Slime. Now, it’s been a while so his memory on the files are fuzzy. What he does know is Charlie and Quackity are friends, a great start in tearing down those unwanted relationships. Wouldn’t be hard either, just make a few jabs and personal attacks and easy peasy she hates Quackity’s guts.

This couldn’t go wrong.

“Hola Slime!” ElQuackity shouted, waving his hands as he came from the trees.

After so long this is it. Everything can start tipping on its axis.

[ - @elbackflipo ]