#ppacman fever @//﹏//@ (c.o.p.s. snm)

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Why is it when I'm sleepy and stressed that I have the best thoughts

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Hehe funney computer :)

Reblog with a picture of your f/o and I'll assign them a furby!

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"Wait holy shit you actually like hanging out with me????? Like really???"

"Simon we have literally shared a bed together."

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Of course the one thing I take away from the devil's playhouse trailer is "a ringtone????? Bob ringtone for me :0????"

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Look at my computer chart

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Worlds funniest isekai

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Everyone asleep post the c.o.p.s not understanding medicine

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Get sent to the 50s sitcom dimension, loser

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Hey.

https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLSL_695QUZOnOgOstaT7EAm7jwUMACV8q

Ship playlist be upon ye all

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Still thinking about the house-telephone epiphany. Hehe what if I had Bob wake me up in the morning and describe the upcoming weather according to weatherforecast.com and then I listen to him and the others talk while eating breakfast and then I take like Curt to work with me and when I come home from whatever office job it is and I talk with Chippy while I make dinner and then I give them all a goodnight kiss before bed. Bluster Blaster and Carol are like. The neighbors and I mostly talk to Bluster but sometimes I will stay over at their place and I'll like, see Carol and wave at her.

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For the people who's si is a werewolf(or any were creature); imagine your fo getting picked up by a transformed you, sensing the warmth in their body and face.

OR just curling up around them and falling asleep like that..

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11 :DD for the writing thing!!!

ough writing. (prompt is warmth btw)

"You don't have to stand over there the whole time, yknow?"

Mel only looks in the general direction of Geek, still sliding it's feet over the same patch of crushed snow over and over. "I'll have you know that I'm perfectly fine over here. It's not crowded and snow makes funny noises."

"Yeah, and that means you're losing body heat faster than any of us!"

Mel flung a rock shaped piece of snow towards the Desoto with a clank. Geek stuck out her tongue to retaliate.

"Whatever dude, I'm like a radiator sooo does it even matter if the world decides it would like a little hot pad for it's hand?"

"That doesn't even make sense for the situation at hand. ...Not to mention your aim is shi-"

Mel had prepared more snowballs(though they were still more like rocks of snow than balls) before Geek had the time to finish. She and her valuable snow creature finding equipment ran to the other side of the Desoto. The Desoto did not appreciate being fired at, hissing at Mel as it tried to get closer.

"For your safety and the safety of others, please do not throw things at the car."

"Oh god- Shit I'm so sorry I did not realize my little guys were there-"

Geek wasn't sure if it was apologizing to Bob or the Desoto. Whatever it said, she still flung more snow at the back of it's neck. "There. Now can we get going yet?"

"Yeah yeah, I'm coming, I'm coming...."

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C.o.p.s writing be apon ye

The good thing about overstepping when you walk is that you can hear more of conversations that you want to join.

This was of course, a made up sentence thought up by Mel, who had not yet been noticed by the Computer Obsolescence Prevention Society. This was a plus, since the various noise was nice distraction.

Although, as soon as that was established Mel wondered if the noise was normal. As far as it could tell- Curt and Chippy might be overheating. Which was bad for well, everything sentient ever.

"Hi hi hi hi guys. Are you ok? What were you all talking about?"

"SPACE."

Mel's head tilted in a exaggerated manner. "Hm? Like- Like just the concept of space in general? Or any specific part??"

"We Are Brainstorming Our Next Project."

"Your player character is transported to a distant realm of alien technology, where the Zolarian race(descendants of what one could call house cats) need your help to ensure their survival."

"DESTROY COUNT DOGULUS!"

Chippy also chimed in, not that Mel was able to decipher what he was saying. Though this all sounded very melodramatic.

"That Is As Far As We Have Gotten. Any Feedback Is Welcome."

"Well. That does sound like a lot." Mel stared towards Bluster Blaster, who was the only one here who was taller than it. "But, I'm not sure why we need to fight them. Maybe that's just like, like me being a softie but I can't think of reasons for these guys to be dicks to each other."

"It's quite literally a cats vs dogs situation!"

"But that's just in the movies! I've known more cats and dogs coexisting peacefully than not."

"So You Are Suggesting You Save The Zolarians With What?"

"Love from the heart, of course." Mel made sure to say it in a weird tone, because saying it like that would be funny. "No but seriously, maybe it can be a talking game?"

"THE LASERS WOULD LOOK LIKE WORDS!"

"Maybe that would be cool. Even if it was just gibberish stuff!"

There was a rather sudden whirring sound after Mel said that.

"Processing- Huh. T-That Will Suffice For Gameplay."

Mel was tempted to ask Curt what that was about, how he had managed to stutter and if he was feeling ok and to please for the love of whatever's holy tell it if it was asking something they couldn't do. But then Bob started talking, suddenly and a little fast.

"Quick survey: What is a nice, plain, TEMPORARY name to attach to our intrepid protagonist- aka the average player-?"

Mel made noises in order to signal that it was thinking, and to please wait a moment.

"Well- If it helps my legal name is Melvin- if you wanna put that in."

Chippy made a noise of absolute disgust upon hearing those words come out of Mel's mouth.

"What's good about that is there are a ton of variations you can use. Mervin, Malvin, Marvin, Martin... Not Mertin though. That would be too weird for people I think."

"That'll be just fine!" The rushed tone was mostly gone by that point. "Thank you for taking the time to speak with us. Your input is greatly appreciated."

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"You Are Looking At 2 Pages And 500 Words That Detail The Backstory For Our New Project."

As per what usually happens, Sam and Max were in the wrong place at the right time. Now having exclusive access to the first draft of whatever this project was. The c.o.p.s were very excited to share what they guessed was top notch writing. The others....

"So? What do you think?"

"I'm starting to think that Mel's constant presence is... affecting your guys output."

"Seriously, what were you ON?" Max grabbed a page at random. " 'The hive of machines CB-843 was powered by began to overheat as Melvin began to individually pick each one of them up.' Erm, how do you say- YUCK!"

"Did they actually write that?" Sam had a death grip on the papers now. He was reading from the beginning, which was actually an ok, if gaudy sci-fi. Then one of the feline aliens introduced 'Melvin' to the AI it was supposed to handle. Now there was all this strange talk of games devolving into the protagonist just complimenting the machine.

"It Is Only A Draft."

"We spent a long time trying to make this as best as we possibly can!"

"How long would that ?"

"Two Weeks, Twenty Two Days And Thirty Three Hours."

Sam let go of the papers. They flopped down onto the table.

"You have got to be kidding me."

Max was shaking his head back and forth slowly.

"I don't know what to think anymore."

"Me neither."

"WE GOT IT'S PERMISSION!"

"Like we care about that!" Max was harsh- he was like that all the time, not that any of them were less upset that they're getting criticized like this.

"Not that it's badly written- It's just..."

"Go on, Sam."

"Wouldn't you want it to be romancing the Zolarians?"

"Where Did You Get That Idea From?" It was like the c.o.p.s were insisting that this was perfectly fine and that there were no implications with them writing about Mel and a computer falling in love. Probably because they were.

"Sam, am I having a anyuerism?"

"Maybe. You sure nothing was meant by having Mel call the delapidated machine 'neat' and 'cool' and say that “You're doing your best, CB”?"

"Just tell us what you thought about the writing, please!"

"It was ok. You guys seem a lot more dense now."

"Burn this."

"OK WE GET IT, STOP TAUNTING US!"

Sam and Max did leave, but without returning the draft. Which the c.o.p.s needed, because it was the only printed copy.

"First Draft Has A 36% Approval Rate So Far."

"THOSE GUYS ARE JUST LOSERS."

"Not to be a downer but maybe the average consumer finds it hard to relate to CB- I meant Melvin. As unbelievable as that may seem."

"Oh Please. It'll Only Be A Few Edits To Ensure Clarity. Though..."

Curt tried not to think too hard about Mel, how it was oh so very nice to him and his friends and how warm it's body was and how it would sometimes carry & swing him around- Less he start to overheat and break something in him(putting the last time to shame). He really did try his best.

"Perhaps Multiple Versions Aren't A Bad Idea."

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Now look at this

They are. They are sitting on top of each other that is so cute-

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more 50s sitcom au stuff I came up with cause. Silly

-The main focus is on Simms and the c.o.p.s, but some other f/os(of any kind) may show up

-current selection is Sam & Max, Herobrine, Geek, Hal 9000 AND Vex for some reason, and Don Doubtworthy from the little big planet racing game

-The actual sitcom plot is that Simms works in like, some early computing place in 1959. But they also accidentally discovered not 1 but 5(and later 6) sentient computers in their area.

-Almost all of the computers are single

-It's an episodic series where Simms has to keep the secret that there are living computers from it's boss(who is Don Doubtworthy, Owner of the Progress Emporium), freelance police, and others

-Also the sitcom does not exist. It's some weird pocket area of the imagisphere.

-Sam and Max are the only ones actively trying to leave the pocket area in the only way they know how(derail things so much that it all simply collapses in on itself)

-Anyways, back to the actual sitcom

-Most of the c.o.p.s are fine with being house-computers. Except for Chippy(and sometimes Bluster Blaster)

-This is a problem because neither are great at being quiet, and it's not like Simms can pretend like these are other objects

-Other than that Curt is usually the only one to go to work with Simms, just because it accidentally took him there once and Don asked what it was carrying

-Simms panicked and lied saying he was just a cool suitcase it made(it did not). Don said he was amazed at it's craftmanship and that it should definitely bring that suitcase in more

-"UHM. W- Why though???" "Oh Simms, we're trying to bring on the future here! Just imagine what the public will think when they see what our employees make. After all, I'm not the craftsman here!"

-Curt is fine following Simms to work. The real stressful part is when someone is visiting it's home

-One day Simms goes to work, Don goes "Fine ladies and gentleman, you won't believe what I have here for you today!"

-it's hal. he's just there now(also it fits because the computer singing daisybell happened in 1961 which is very soon. Also one of the people who made that happen was Carol Lochbaum which is the name of the printer that joins the c.o.p.s in season 3)

-Most of it is just random shenanigans with only minor plot

-Maybe the real plot were the memories we made along the way :]

-and the computer kissing of course

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I have like. One new thought involving the c.o.p.s and suddenly it is all I can think about