couch dweller
a monkey stole my juicebox
aku sure knows his classics.


i mean, shit, just take a moment to imagine aku sitting on a couch somewhere in his citadel, watching movies, eating popcorn. screaming and falling off the couch at jumpscares, ranting to himself about shitty plot twists, the works.
what if sometimes he gets lonely and forces some unfortunate stooge to watch movies with him? he gets frustrated with such company rather quickly, though, because the bots are far too stupid to discuss the plot or even understand any of it, really, and the humans are too busy shitting their pants to make scintillating conversation, so aku incinerates them on the spot and finishes the movie alone, his unsatisfied craving for company fading until next time.

@темы: samurai jack