Greetings, fleshlings. You call me... Mechakara. I will respond to your worthless queries
before I kill you for as long as it amuses me.
So go on. Entertain me.
Anonymous asked: So, what happens if -- by some fluke -- Linkara gets offed by one of his other enemies before you get the chance to kill him? What would you do then? Would you attempt to return home?
Would I attempt to return immediately? Hardly. Killing him is not my only reason for being here. And if someone else were to remove him from the equation for me…
Well. It would make acquiring his gun even easier, now, wouldn’t it?
bookish-malarkey asked: Can you play any musical instruments -- or, if not, would you want to learn how to play one?
In theory, I can play anything you could put in front of me. However, I see no need to do so in practice.
That means, for any of you too dense to get the message, that I won’t prove it. Don’t waste your energy badgering me about it.
ask-mechakara asked: There is a knock at the door. When you open it, there is a box on the step. Inside the box, you find a human heart, as well as a note. "To the one being in this universe that I have something approximating affection for, on a pointless meatbag holiday celebrating a massacre."
[. . . Assessing object: HUMAN HEART. . .] …And it’s still fresh, too. How delightful. I wonder whose it was.
I suppose I should find some way to reciprocate.
Anonymous asked: I give you a hamburger, with extra tomato.
Oh, joy. What a thoughtful “welcome back” gift. I appreciate it so much.
Perhaps you should try to employ a little more originality than “extra tomato” next time, hmm?
Anonymous asked: What would you say if I told you that there is a man, a puny little fleshling, dictating all you do or say. In complete control. You are simply a toy for him and his friends to laugh at, a jester whose misfortune is amusing to all. THAT is the true nature of your reality.
…Hmm. Let me think about that for a moment.
I would tell you you’re an idiot who really should be a little less melodramatic when spewing complete nonsense. It makes you look silly, grayface.
Question with 1 note
thesirenofhats asked: But.... I AM Harvey Finevoice.
Interesting. You don’t look like the trigger-happy crooner.
Anonymous asked: Let's get rid of all this classical crap and DROP THE BASS!!!1! BRZNT DOWBABDUBWONP BRRZTNDT TND DNT DUBAWUB DONP WAMP WAMP BWARP BWAP
…Are you having some sort of seizure against your keyboard, grayface?
thesirenofhats asked: In sleep you sang to me, in dreams you came, that voice which calls to me, and speaks my name, and do I dream again, for now I find the phantom of the fourth wall is here inside my mind.
…You’re also looking for someone else, aren’t you? I don’t sing, meatbag.
Anonymous asked: Yes, you do look like one.
The clothes I wear are somewhat anachronistic for the time period, don’t you think?
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Anonymous asked: Are you the Phantom of the Opera
Feel free to see the previous post, grayface.
However, since you seem so confused about this, I must ask you: Do I look like a disfigured nineteenth-century Frenchman to you?
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