GG: Can you guys believe it?

GG: We’re close to almost a thousand followers!!!

GG: Hoo hoo, so I guess that calls for a question I have for all of you:

GG: What’d’ya wanna see for our big thank-you post??

GG: :B

GG: After all, there’s gotta be something we can do for you.

GG: Hoo hoo :B

TT: It was all so very kawaii.

TT: Might I say it?

TT: Just like my animes.

==> Jane: Discover Dirk’s ‘fanart’.

GG: Hm?

GG: Hoo, now what do we have here…?

GG: …

GG: Wha—

TT: Jane, dude, I told you not to look through my stuff.

TT: Jesus fucking Christ.

GG: How did you move that fast????

TT: Irrelevant. Don’t go through my shit.

TT: And, for the record, I didn’t draw that.

GG: Hoo, I haven’t seen this thing in awhile!

GG: How bad of me, to lose such a precious heirloom of the Crocker Corp., especially one so valuable.

GG: Maybe I should jus—

TT: Shit.

GG: —!

TT: Get that fucking thing off your head.

GG: Wha—

TT: Promise me you won’t put that on, again.

TT: Please.

GG: Dirk.

GG: Um.

GG: What are those?

TT: These?

GG: Uh. Yeah.

TT: They’re my smuppet collection.

GG: Your… what?

TT: Smuppets. Smut and puppets put together in one glorious handmade sex toy.

TT: Here, I made one for you.

GG: Augh!!!!!!

GG: I mean, uh, thanks, Dirk!!!!!

GG: Really!!!!!!!!

GG: <:B

(Source: ask-dirkandjane)

TT: Holy shit. This is just like one of my Japanese animes.

GG: Uhhhh. I don’t think so.

GG: What do you mean, what would we look like as trolls?

GG: I don’t believe we’ve been anything else, now have we?

TT: Nope. Not that I can ever remember. >8I

GG: Hoohoo, me neither! >;B

TT: Remember, the Aperture Science Bring Your Daughter to Work Day is the perfect time to have her tested!

TT: Sometimes, these things just happen, Jane.

TT: I can’t say that I saw this coming, but…

TT: It is what it is.

TT: I’m sorry.

GG: I know, I know, it’s just—

GG: I guess I read the signs wrong.

GG: I’m stupid to think he liked me.

GG: The one time I’ve met Dave Strider, he just burst into the house. Just like that.

GG: Said a few things about Dirk, I can’t even remember what, and then…

GG: …He left.

GG: Well, I did try, once! But, hoo hoo, it didn’t quite the way I planned…

GG: It turns out my spicy Crocker cake is one of his favorites. <:B

TT: It’s fucking good, that’s what it is.

TT: Cake. And spicy. In one glorious combination.

TT: Fucking heaven.

GG: Hoo hoo, Strider, your shirt is so big on me!

GG: How are things going on you e—

GG: Pfffffftttttthahahahahahaa!!

TT: Don’t you dare fucking laugh.

TT: Fuck this. Why the fuck did I do this? I look like a gay stylist. The ones that women flock to when in need of emotional support. That’s fucking right, ladies. Come to Strider and lay all of your tears upon this expensive-ass three-sizes-too-small shirt of mine and I shall hold you with all of my gay glory.

TT: Fuck you, Jane.

TT: Once or twice, Jane has managed to convince me to engage in these shenanigans with her.

TT: I’ll admit they aren’t nearly as foolish as you would think they are at first hand.

TT: On a side note, I’m surprised I fit in her father’s clothing. Really. It’s quite a shock to me.

GG: Strider!!!

GG: Stay in character. >:B

GG: Hoo hoo hoo, Consulting Detective Crocker here at your service!

TT: And Moriar— I mean, Strider. Here to ruin the entire business by being fucking awesome.