Jaune: What Are You Doing?

Jaune: What are you doing?

Ren: I'm posting false information on the web.

Jaune: Why?

Ren: It's fun. Someone picks up a strand of false information, spreads it around and before you know it, a panic is created. Then you just sit back and watch the chaos.

Jaune: I really should not have introduced you to Twitter.

(R)WBY: *Standing wide eyed in their doorway*

Jaune: *Sitting at the edge of a bed, looking short of breath*

Ruby: *On floor between Jaune's legs, a white substance covering her face*

Ruby: Uh...

Ruby: Could I get like... five minutes to think up a good explanation?

Bleiss: Hi there! My name is Bleiss. And I'm gonna cut straight to the point. I wanna borrow your dick for a bit if that’s cool? I wanna just do a 360 on your tip until you grab my milky pale thighs and push me all the way down on it. Just use my small, smooth, tight little pussy as your personal fuckhole. I also wouldn’t mind if you just put your hand on my throat and forced me to look into your eyes while I’m just gasping for air while you rearrange my guts... Huh? Oh sorry, I guess I got a little uh... Not safe for work. Sorry about that. But yeah, can I ride that dick of yours? Pretty please?

RWBY: *Stares at Bleiss, shocked and appalled*

Jaune: Uh... Nice to meet you too?

Weiss: *Groans into hands from both annoyance and embarrassment*

I mean... Is this even a contest

Nora: *Riding in shopping cart* Faster. Faster you beast!

Jaune: *Pushing cart* This is as fast as goes Nora. It has a messed up wheel.

Yang: And a lot of junk in the trunk.

Nora: More to push!

Jaune: Yes, Nora.

Nora: You love it~

Jaune: Alright, General, I've landed.

Ironwood: Great work, Arc. Commencing Operation Flying Arcs.

Jaune: You got it. But first, let me get something to eat. *Rummages through bag*

Ironwood: ...

Jaune: Why isn't there food in my bag?

Ironwood: Well, we had to make room for your medicine, bandages, dust-

Jaune: Ok, that's great. What the fuck am I supposed to eat?

Ironwood: ...

Jaune: No.

Ironwood: Arc.

Jaune: I'm not eating a fucking tree frog.

Ironwood: This is what you were trained for.

Jaune: Why don't you eat a Tree Frog?

Ironwood: No... I don't want to.

Jaune: Exactly. So you better be sending me some goddamn luchables.

Ironwood: Arc, those don't even exist in this world.

Jaune: I'm fighting a lady with a Grimm arm who shoots fire out of her fingertips, a mutated human Grimm hound, and Ozpin's magical, immortal, Grimm ex. But luchables, that's where we draw the line?

Ironwood: *Sighs* Fine. I'll get you your lunchables.

Jaune: *Smiles* Bitchin'