Your name is SQUAREWAVE and you are a wicked dope robot. You mean rap-bot. Because you were built to rap by a quite literal prince of comeuppance, and rap-offs are what you do best. There are only two people in the entire universe who you haven't beaten yet, and they are your creator, DIRK STRIDER, and his other rap-bot who is your one true idol.
But that's okay. You're pretty sure that you'll never beat either of them. Their flow is just that insane. But that also means that you have the best competition to work against and practice your own sweet lines.
The only problem is that your partner in rhyme left months ago, presumably traveling around the world and completely obliterating any unsuspecting rapper who is stupid enough to challenge him. That leaves only Dirk to test your mettle, and he's a pretty busy guy for a guy who lives alone on a steel island in the middle of the ocean. Well, alone except for you and Lil Cal and Geromy and an amazing collection of smuppets. Okay, maybe not alone after all.
Fortunately, you are a robot in the know, and robots like you who are completely in the know know just what the internet is. And Dirk finally broke down one day and installed a wifi jack in you so you could find new challengers out in the vast web of the multiverse, and possibly also so you wouldn't ambush him as much, but you don't like to think about that second part too much. It's probably not true.
In fact, just now, one of your newer rivals - you mean best bros - just signed onto Pesterchum. You sneak a quick look at Dirk to see if he's actually gearing up for a sweet rap-off of his own, but he's just watching videos of colorful ponies on his computer. Well, damn. Time to try out Plan B.
-- variableVermiculation [VV] began pestering adiosToreador [AT] at 16:13 -- VV: YO YO T-NIZZLE, I'VE GOT SOME THICK BEATS READY TO DROP VV: I'M RIDING DIRTY WITH A SET OF RHYMES JUST WAITIN TO POP VV: READY AN STEADY, AIN'T NO WAY YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME STOP VV: BUT I'M GIVIN YOU A CHANCE TO COME OUT ON TOP OF THE MOUNTAIN VV: WORDS FLOWIN LIKE A FOUNTAIN VV: IF YOU'RE READY TO BEGIN, YADIDIMEAN VV: SO WHAT DO YOU SAY ABOUT THIS SHIT THAT'S SO WHACK VV: GONNA JUMP RIGHT IN, LAY DOWN THE SMACK VV: LIKE YOU'RE FIGHTIN CRAZY WITH A BLACKJACK!!! VV: OR AM I GONNA SCHOOL YOU AGAIN LIKE CLASS IS OUTTA SESSION VV: LAY DOWN THE LAW LIKE THE FIVE-O'S OPPRESSION VV: OR YOU GONNA BE GHOST IN THE FACE OF MY AGGRESSION VV: MY RHYMES CUTTIN LINES RIGHT THROUGH YOU INTO DEPRESSION VV: I'LL GIVE IT TO YOU STRAIGHT MY MAIN T-BRO VV: YOUR BEATS AIN'T GOT NOTHIN ON MY SICK SHOW VV: BUT I'LL GIVE YOU ONE LAST CHANCE... YOLO!!!
New SQUAREWAVE<>TAVROS Game (FILL: TEAM GAMZEE<3<TEREZI)
Your name is SQUAREWAVE and you are a wicked dope robot. You mean rap-bot. Because you were built to rap by a quite literal prince of comeuppance, and rap-offs are what you do best. There are only two people in the entire universe who you haven't beaten yet, and they are your creator, DIRK STRIDER, and his other rap-bot who is your one true idol.
But that's okay. You're pretty sure that you'll never beat either of them. Their flow is just that insane. But that also means that you have the best competition to work against and practice your own sweet lines.
The only problem is that your partner in rhyme left months ago, presumably traveling around the world and completely obliterating any unsuspecting rapper who is stupid enough to challenge him. That leaves only Dirk to test your mettle, and he's a pretty busy guy for a guy who lives alone on a steel island in the middle of the ocean. Well, alone except for you and Lil Cal and Geromy and an amazing collection of smuppets. Okay, maybe not alone after all.
Fortunately, you are a robot in the know, and robots like you who are completely in the know know just what the internet is. And Dirk finally broke down one day and installed a wifi jack in you so you could find new challengers out in the vast web of the multiverse, and possibly also so you wouldn't ambush him as much, but you don't like to think about that second part too much. It's probably not true.
In fact, just now, one of your newer rivals - you mean best bros - just signed onto Pesterchum. You sneak a quick look at Dirk to see if he's actually gearing up for a sweet rap-off of his own, but he's just watching videos of colorful ponies on his computer. Well, damn. Time to try out Plan B.
-- variableVermiculation [VV] began pestering adiosToreador [AT] at 16:13 --
VV: YO YO T-NIZZLE, I'VE GOT SOME THICK BEATS READY TO DROP
VV: I'M RIDING DIRTY WITH A SET OF RHYMES JUST WAITIN TO POP
VV: READY AN STEADY, AIN'T NO WAY YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME STOP
VV: BUT I'M GIVIN YOU A CHANCE TO COME OUT ON TOP OF THE MOUNTAIN
VV: WORDS FLOWIN LIKE A FOUNTAIN
VV: IF YOU'RE READY TO BEGIN, YADIDIMEAN
VV: SO WHAT DO YOU SAY ABOUT THIS SHIT THAT'S SO WHACK
VV: GONNA JUMP RIGHT IN, LAY DOWN THE SMACK
VV: LIKE YOU'RE FIGHTIN CRAZY WITH A BLACKJACK!!!
VV: OR AM I GONNA SCHOOL YOU AGAIN LIKE CLASS IS OUTTA SESSION
VV: LAY DOWN THE LAW LIKE THE FIVE-O'S OPPRESSION
VV: OR YOU GONNA BE GHOST IN THE FACE OF MY AGGRESSION
VV: MY RHYMES CUTTIN LINES RIGHT THROUGH YOU INTO DEPRESSION
VV: I'LL GIVE IT TO YOU STRAIGHT MY MAIN T-BRO
VV: YOUR BEATS AIN'T GOT NOTHIN ON MY SICK SHOW
VV: BUT I'LL GIVE YOU ONE LAST CHANCE... YOLO!!!
>Be the troll.