Thread: What if you avatar met the avatar above?

^Your obviously not trained! Never underestimate your opponent! Anyway, it appears he's gone.

Good. *Puts Rosary back on and falls to the ground*

^I have better things to do... *walks off*

Ugh... Wha... Oh, right... Uh... Where are you going?

Impressive, such great power you possess.

Space Sphere: Guys, guys, guys, hear me out here. I think... we're not in space.
Wheatley: Yes, we know we're in sp... Wait, what?!
Rick: Looks like the little yellow guy was right. We're on our own little adventure!
Wheatley: Oh don't start...
Fact Sphere: We will shortly be under extreme influence from gravity. Ants, however, will not.
All: WAAAAAAH! *four thuds in quick succession*
Wheatley: Ow... Hey, there are people here!
Rick: You might wanna stand behind me. The locals might not be that friendly.
Space Sphere: Wanna go back to space.
Wheatley: *shoves past Rick* Shut up. Hey! You two. Do you know what's going on? By any chance? We might of missed some stuff after our... space incident.
Space Sphere: SPAAAAACE!
Fact Sphere: Fact: space does not exist.

These ants will never silence, especially the one obsessed with space.

Rick: Ants?! Anybody got a gun?!
Space Sphere: No guns in space.
Wheatley: Y'know, that really makes me feel bad. Maybe Spacey's right.
Space Sphere: Yay! Let's go to space!
Fact Sphere: Ants do not exist in space. Only dung beetles.

W-who are you all..?

Rick: The name's Rick. Not trying to frighten you, but I'm an Adventure Sphere!
Space Sphere: I'm in space.
Fact Sphere: ERROR. FACT NOT FOUND.
Wheatley: *sighs* I'm Wheatley. These are some corrupted Personality Cores, Rick, the Fact Sphere, and the... uh... Space Sphere, I suppose.
Space Sphere: SPAAAAAAAAACE!
Wheatley: We've been stuck in space for a while. It could be worse, she could've been there... *shudders*
Rick: "She"? What, did we leave behind a pretty lady?
Wheatley: Ignoring Rick. Nothing but blissful silence. Nope. Silence...

Silence! It is I who you shall speak with.

*squishes ^ with one tentacle*

Fact Sphere: The likelihood of us dying in the next five minutes has increased by 2%. The likelihood of us dying violently in the next five minutes has increased by INFINITY ERROR.
Rick: So what do you want with us, eyeball?

The pleasure of seeing you plunged into chaos.

Wheatley: And I thought she was bad.
Space Sphere: Let's all go to space.
Rick: Why don't you tell that to the bad guy? Maybe he'll get so bored of you, his brain will explode.

You're speaking as if you're nothing but mere machines.