A pebble hit him on the head.
Dipper ignored it.
Another pebble, this time somehow getting into his mouth.
The pebble lodged in his throat, and even though he hadn’t needed to breathe in a few millenia, Dipper still chocked on the pebble. Legs and arms flailing, he fell off the couch and with a thunk landed on the floor.
Horking out the pebble, Dipper pushed himself up to glare at his assailant.
“What the f̵̳u̱̮c̝̻̝͍̭̗k̪̞̰̙̮͡ Tora?”
She beamed at him, completely blase.
“Hey Alcor.”
“What?”
“Alcor.”
“Yes?”
“Alcor.”
“
W̢̳͈̗͙͙h̳͈à͈͍t͉̩̝̦?̜̙͡!̞ͅ
“
With the biggest, shit eating grin on her face, Torako asked, “Did you hear about the guy whose whole left side was cut off?”
What the fuck?
“Um. No. Why-”
Giggles bursting through, Torako barely managed to say, “He’s all right now!” before collapsing into laughter on the floor, clutching her sides with mirth.
Dipper felt his eye twitch.
“That’s a terrible pun,” he pointed out.
“Yeah…” Torako managed to say through her laughter, “but you still fell for it!”
Bentley, who had been doing some homework at the table, piped in. “She’s got a point.”
Dipper scowled.
“Why do I put up with you two again?”
Torako rolled over to him on the floor and plopped her head on his lap. “Because you love us.”
Fuck.









