Supernova: I think he also, uhh… kinda has an obsession with peanut butter. I just went downstairs for a midnight snack and saw 5 empty cans on the floor, with 7 more on the counter waiting to be eaten. I barely got out alive.
Supernova: For all we know, it could be some drug-crazy raccoon that broke in. I don’t know, whatever it was, it managed to scratch half the skin on my arm off.
Supernova: You might as well just eat anything you want at this point, since you eat so much weird stuff. If it wasn’t for your basic senses of self-control, you’d be trying to eat my armor right now.
it’s like me just deciding to give some random xarranian in a story a dumbass sense of humor, and that evolved into the stereotype that all of them are braindead
