[ He would introduce Boothill to his favorite books, but he's not sure if Boothill would be even remotely interested. Instead, he puts his paw on the cradle that houses the huge egg.
The puppy says the birth of the summonable god would be a very wild guess. ]
[ POOR PICKLES is going to get a ton of amniotic fluid and eggshell barreling at him. an aggressively horned?? creature comes sliding out onto the floor, filling the area with grossness. boothill stands there in shock as the fluids run up to his ankles.
well. he doesn't know what else he expected honestly. ]
Muddle-fudger... Now that I got a good look at it, what in the wubbaboo is that forkin' thing?
[ Pickles yelps and then shakes after getting back up. This reminds him of being birthed as a dingy puppy--no. He has no idea what a wubbaboo is, but he cannot assume that this creature is dead, so he pads on over to tear off its neck, if it has one. Fuck these horns.
Anyway, the little baby thing is dead for real. Hope the mom doesn't come back. ]
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[ He would introduce Boothill to his favorite books, but he's not sure if Boothill would be even remotely interested. Instead, he puts his paw on the cradle that houses the huge egg.
The puppy says the birth of the summonable god would be a very wild guess. ]
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Think we should try to smash it anyway?
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The emotion here is excitement. Let's fucking go!!!!!! His tail wags a lot. ]
Woof! Woof!
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All right then, partner! Let's get to it then!
[ this is so stupid. boothill can shoot and also kick, so he's getting into a ready position. ]
You wanna go at it first? If you ain't, I'm gonna bust it right open!
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[ The puppy says it will go after you.
Can't wait to do a follow up attack!! ]
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[ THERE HE GOES he steps back and gets a running start before swiping his metal heel in a powerful kick across the egg's surface.
it cracks it significantly, but it can take another hit for sure to finally bust it open! boothill hops until he's back on his feet. ]
All right, bud. Go for it!
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well. he doesn't know what else he expected honestly. ]
Muddle-fudger... Now that I got a good look at it, what in the wubbaboo is that forkin' thing?
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Anyway, the little baby thing is dead for real. Hope the mom doesn't come back. ]
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boothill gets to watch this happen with a little bit of visceral horror but also this is metal as hell and he's not afraid of blood. ]
Holy forkeroni... [ whistles! ] You sure don't leave no room for doubt!
[ he sloshes on over to the dead bleeding creature and tries not to slip!! ]
Dead, right? ...Think we should bury it?