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I’ll Have Uh… YCH - Manobo - Full
You had no idea what it was.
“@@@… %&)(!@?”
You aggressively tapped the universal translator, praying that it would work, for once- corporate installed it after the announcement that your branch would begin offering coupons and deals that were “out of this world!”
|I’ll acquire a… HAPPY EATER (TM), mi amigo.|
It hummed to life. You looked at the customer-thing nervously.
“Uh…. would you like fries with that…?”
It raised it’s head-mask thoughtfully for a moment - at least, you thought that’s what the eyes said. You thought it was a joke - that this gimmicky translator was for tourists, or just a dud…
“C.”
But no- the company, somehow, had started advertising on off-world - and, judging by the look of your vibrant, feather-headed friend, off-dimension - locales…
|Si.|
Why the hell couldn’t this thing keep it’s languages straight? Is it that hard to just read it out in English? Corporate’s penny-pinching always makes your life interesting… You wonder…
“Alright. And would you like the Double or Nothin’ deal?”
I mean… this thing was a customer, after all… And as with all customers, terrestrial or otherwise, you simply had to ask…
“@@@… C.”
Could this creature indulge - or eat at all, for that matter? You didn’t see a mouth…
|Hurmm. Think. Si.|
Apparently it could… Things were about to get interesting. Very interesting.
—-
So. It COULD get fat.
“@D!A$.”
You couldn’t even imagine what this thing was made of - but evidently some part of it could store the lovely, lardy tissue you so adored.
|Good mid-June to you - I desire NUGGET NIBBLES (TM).|
A belly-heavy gain, so far - they all start like that after all.
“Of course, my man - er - moth… angel… thing. Lookin’ good, by the way!”
How would it take the comment, you had to wonder? Could it be offended? Or amused, for that matter?
“@$R#@%! @@@… W… @, W.”
What the heck was that staff-spear thingy it always brought around, anyhow? Was it a weapon? I mean, sure, you were in a rural area, so it wasn’t unheard of to see an overfed cowboy waltzing in with his holsters, but… a… scepter…pokey…thing? What was company policy on that…?
|Thank your mother-in-law! I have acquired… Water Weight… It will be gone in 5-10 Earth Business Days.|
God, this translator really must’ve been a bargain for those pencil-pushers back at headquarters - it hardly worked at all! I mean… you got the spirit of what it was saying, but, other than that…
“Ah, I getcha - hey, looks like you’ll get a free milkshake if you upgrade your combo - interested?”
Welp, time for another test… He made the same, pathetic excuses that any furry humanoid who lumbered in after the first taste usually would. If there was one thing you could understand with any lifeform…
“G%^?H!”
It was when it’d given in - and in no time, it would blimp out all the sa-
|More sustenance? Whore-Ray!|
-What did it just call you…?
“I’ll uh… take that as a yes…”
You brush whatever that was off… uh… where were you? Oh, right, the standard internal monologue about watching this fatten up. Same as all the others, except weirder, but still nice n’ fat…. Hooray…
—-
It seemed mad.
“xz.”
Very mad. The thing didn’t emote well at the best of times, but the anger was simply coming off it in waves.
|Bendy straw - absent.|
That’s what this about?
“What-“
This lunar lardball was worried about some straw…?
“Z!”
Why on earth would it ever care about something so silly-
|Bendy straw!|
Who the hell told it you even carried bendy straws? If it was Tim, you’d have his fat-ass written up for causing an incident with not just a customer, but a cosmic customer…
“Sorry mothman, we’re out of…”
Your attempt at calming the situation was only making things worse. You felt a tense, static crackle in the air.
“>…Z….y…>…}…”
The burger on the tip of his spear glowed a hot red. You could literally hear the bacon, burger, cheese, and bun screaming with overcooked agony as they melted together.
|Objective failed. Self-destruct in drei… II… uno..|
Is this where you - and maybe everyone in a square mile of here - dies…? WAIT! There was one lying next to the tip jar-
“W-Wait! I-I found one!”
And like that, it was over. In an absolute flash. If it weren’t for your hair standing on end with the fading charge of electricity, or the char-melted burger in the alien’s possession… you would’ve never known it had happened at all…
“E.O&!”
You handed it the bendy straw… the offensive, red straw was immediately replaced with the apparently acceptable blue, somewhat sticky bendy straw. And you meant immediately. It was as though the other straw had never existed at all.
|Planetary immolation ceased. Danke schön, sustenance donator! Mission continues…|
Mission… Planetary immolation… German…?
“A-anytime, mothman… Uh… want some more free food…?”
You weren’t sure what company policy was on fattening up sentient doomsday devices - but hey… It couldn’t hurt to slow him down a little… or a lot. Yeah, a lot. You wanted Earth to remain un-immolated, and if keeping him fat, happy, and bendy-straw-supplied was the key… Well, any of the swollen side effects in front of you were merely a happy bonus.
—-
Wow. He got huge quick.
“&(#++X… ><… )…”
Certainly not the quickest you’d seen - although, you did have to say, he was the quietest wideload you’d ever seen. Normally, they were all stomps-and-sloshes-and-groans… but even here, at his fullest, it was nearly too faint to hear his complaining stomach (or otherwise equivalent organ) digesting over the background ventilation…
|Consumption limit exceeded - weight too great… But… Cravings persist… I desire more grease food.|
But, regardless of his initial appearance, he was a relentless glutton at heart, just like all the rest… You happily oblige his request…
“Ah, I getcha, comin’ right up, mothman!”
Of course, you simply had to offer him another deal…
“Would you like the Ton’ of Trouble deal, too?”
And ensure his descent into otherworldly obesity.
“C,%@…”
Wait a moment… You hadn’t given him a new bendy straw today… Was that the same one from all those weeks ago…?
|Oui, very pleasing, furbag, bringer of deliciousness…|
Furbag? Well… if you could call him mothman, I guess he can make up his own names too. That ample alien was always full of surprises…
—-
Welp. Now you knew how he ate.
“@&!^@!X/^!”
Or at least as close as this inter-dimensional doughball could come to eating…
|Good eatings, consumption initiator. This vessel’s expansion has exceeded capacity - but… I am pleased with this - Trade as much food as you can!|
He just looked at the food. That’s it - he looked at it, and if you blinked while watching, it’d be gone when ya opened your eyes. Wait a minute… trade… come to think of it, did this mothman ever pay you for anything? I mean, he had to have… right?
“Of course, big mothman, can’t have ya wasting away on us! Now, for old times sake - would you like fries with that?”
Now that you thought about it, this wobbling wideload had never given you a cent… But, inexplicably, there was a new refrigerator, television set, bookcase, and game system in the break room - you assumed corporate stopped penny-pinching for once, switched things around over night… but come to think of it… It must’ve been this guy, somehow!
“!!!~!C.”
Again - that whole thing about surprises never ending? Yeah… This glutton of a guy was simply something else…
|HAR, HAR, HO - Si.|
In all senses except his appetite - that was the one thing that was constantly, and stunningly, familiar to you.
—-
For any other creature, he would’ve been immobile by now. But, some way, somehow, he still arrived here precisely on time- except now, he arrived at least five times a day.
“^…<,@!”
He was like one giant, gooey marshmallow - a colorful, winged one, but a moth of a marshmallow to be certain.
|Food… Desired, Friend of Fatness…|
Aw- how sweet. He actually called you a friend - or, if the meaning were to be taken literally, a friend to his fatness. Well, if that’s the title he choose… it’s one you’d happily get on a badge.
“Then food will be acquired, moth mound - er, moth man…”
Wait… your badge… it DID say “Friend of Fatness,” now - could your this fellow read your mind that whole time…? No… No way… But how did… You know what, best to let some things lie. Now… there was no time to dawdle - you had to serve up your favorite moth his favorite meals…
—-
Here’s the first of a fair few of the I’ll Have Uh… YCHes that I’ve been working on! The first entry here is for Manobo , featuring a most unique and interesting character design. From what he told me, this is based off of a species from the Kirby game from 2022 - I’m afraid I’m unfamiliar with the franchise, so I couldn’t tell you much about what it is, haha.
However, working with the alien look of it and lack of personal knowledge on my end led to what is, in my opinion, a fun and unique set of dialogue to put in here, revolving around a litany of translation and understanding errors. If any of you would be interested in getting a YCH like this, feel free to check it out at the link here. A big thank you again to Manobo for commissioning me!
—-
Manobo - Ample Alien
“@@@… %&)(!@?”
You aggressively tapped the universal translator, praying that it would work, for once- corporate installed it after the announcement that your branch would begin offering coupons and deals that were “out of this world!”
|I’ll acquire a… HAPPY EATER (TM), mi amigo.|
It hummed to life. You looked at the customer-thing nervously.
“Uh…. would you like fries with that…?”
It raised it’s head-mask thoughtfully for a moment - at least, you thought that’s what the eyes said. You thought it was a joke - that this gimmicky translator was for tourists, or just a dud…
“C.”
But no- the company, somehow, had started advertising on off-world - and, judging by the look of your vibrant, feather-headed friend, off-dimension - locales…
|Si.|
Why the hell couldn’t this thing keep it’s languages straight? Is it that hard to just read it out in English? Corporate’s penny-pinching always makes your life interesting… You wonder…
“Alright. And would you like the Double or Nothin’ deal?”
I mean… this thing was a customer, after all… And as with all customers, terrestrial or otherwise, you simply had to ask…
“@@@… C.”
Could this creature indulge - or eat at all, for that matter? You didn’t see a mouth…
|Hurmm. Think. Si.|
Apparently it could… Things were about to get interesting. Very interesting.
—-
So. It COULD get fat.
“@D!A$.”
You couldn’t even imagine what this thing was made of - but evidently some part of it could store the lovely, lardy tissue you so adored.
|Good mid-June to you - I desire NUGGET NIBBLES (TM).|
A belly-heavy gain, so far - they all start like that after all.
“Of course, my man - er - moth… angel… thing. Lookin’ good, by the way!”
How would it take the comment, you had to wonder? Could it be offended? Or amused, for that matter?
“@$R#@%! @@@… W… @, W.”
What the heck was that staff-spear thingy it always brought around, anyhow? Was it a weapon? I mean, sure, you were in a rural area, so it wasn’t unheard of to see an overfed cowboy waltzing in with his holsters, but… a… scepter…pokey…thing? What was company policy on that…?
|Thank your mother-in-law! I have acquired… Water Weight… It will be gone in 5-10 Earth Business Days.|
God, this translator really must’ve been a bargain for those pencil-pushers back at headquarters - it hardly worked at all! I mean… you got the spirit of what it was saying, but, other than that…
“Ah, I getcha - hey, looks like you’ll get a free milkshake if you upgrade your combo - interested?”
Welp, time for another test… He made the same, pathetic excuses that any furry humanoid who lumbered in after the first taste usually would. If there was one thing you could understand with any lifeform…
“G%^?H!”
It was when it’d given in - and in no time, it would blimp out all the sa-
|More sustenance? Whore-Ray!|
-What did it just call you…?
“I’ll uh… take that as a yes…”
You brush whatever that was off… uh… where were you? Oh, right, the standard internal monologue about watching this fatten up. Same as all the others, except weirder, but still nice n’ fat…. Hooray…
—-
It seemed mad.
“xz.”
Very mad. The thing didn’t emote well at the best of times, but the anger was simply coming off it in waves.
|Bendy straw - absent.|
That’s what this about?
“What-“
This lunar lardball was worried about some straw…?
“Z!”
Why on earth would it ever care about something so silly-
|Bendy straw!|
Who the hell told it you even carried bendy straws? If it was Tim, you’d have his fat-ass written up for causing an incident with not just a customer, but a cosmic customer…
“Sorry mothman, we’re out of…”
Your attempt at calming the situation was only making things worse. You felt a tense, static crackle in the air.
“>…Z….y…>…}…”
The burger on the tip of his spear glowed a hot red. You could literally hear the bacon, burger, cheese, and bun screaming with overcooked agony as they melted together.
|Objective failed. Self-destruct in drei… II… uno..|
Is this where you - and maybe everyone in a square mile of here - dies…? WAIT! There was one lying next to the tip jar-
“W-Wait! I-I found one!”
And like that, it was over. In an absolute flash. If it weren’t for your hair standing on end with the fading charge of electricity, or the char-melted burger in the alien’s possession… you would’ve never known it had happened at all…
“E.O&!”
You handed it the bendy straw… the offensive, red straw was immediately replaced with the apparently acceptable blue, somewhat sticky bendy straw. And you meant immediately. It was as though the other straw had never existed at all.
|Planetary immolation ceased. Danke schön, sustenance donator! Mission continues…|
Mission… Planetary immolation… German…?
“A-anytime, mothman… Uh… want some more free food…?”
You weren’t sure what company policy was on fattening up sentient doomsday devices - but hey… It couldn’t hurt to slow him down a little… or a lot. Yeah, a lot. You wanted Earth to remain un-immolated, and if keeping him fat, happy, and bendy-straw-supplied was the key… Well, any of the swollen side effects in front of you were merely a happy bonus.
—-
Wow. He got huge quick.
“&(#++X… ><… )…”
Certainly not the quickest you’d seen - although, you did have to say, he was the quietest wideload you’d ever seen. Normally, they were all stomps-and-sloshes-and-groans… but even here, at his fullest, it was nearly too faint to hear his complaining stomach (or otherwise equivalent organ) digesting over the background ventilation…
|Consumption limit exceeded - weight too great… But… Cravings persist… I desire more grease food.|
But, regardless of his initial appearance, he was a relentless glutton at heart, just like all the rest… You happily oblige his request…
“Ah, I getcha, comin’ right up, mothman!”
Of course, you simply had to offer him another deal…
“Would you like the Ton’ of Trouble deal, too?”
And ensure his descent into otherworldly obesity.
“C,%@…”
Wait a moment… You hadn’t given him a new bendy straw today… Was that the same one from all those weeks ago…?
|Oui, very pleasing, furbag, bringer of deliciousness…|
Furbag? Well… if you could call him mothman, I guess he can make up his own names too. That ample alien was always full of surprises…
—-
Welp. Now you knew how he ate.
“@&!^@!X/^!”
Or at least as close as this inter-dimensional doughball could come to eating…
|Good eatings, consumption initiator. This vessel’s expansion has exceeded capacity - but… I am pleased with this - Trade as much food as you can!|
He just looked at the food. That’s it - he looked at it, and if you blinked while watching, it’d be gone when ya opened your eyes. Wait a minute… trade… come to think of it, did this mothman ever pay you for anything? I mean, he had to have… right?
“Of course, big mothman, can’t have ya wasting away on us! Now, for old times sake - would you like fries with that?”
Now that you thought about it, this wobbling wideload had never given you a cent… But, inexplicably, there was a new refrigerator, television set, bookcase, and game system in the break room - you assumed corporate stopped penny-pinching for once, switched things around over night… but come to think of it… It must’ve been this guy, somehow!
“!!!~!C.”
Again - that whole thing about surprises never ending? Yeah… This glutton of a guy was simply something else…
|HAR, HAR, HO - Si.|
In all senses except his appetite - that was the one thing that was constantly, and stunningly, familiar to you.
—-
For any other creature, he would’ve been immobile by now. But, some way, somehow, he still arrived here precisely on time- except now, he arrived at least five times a day.
“^…<,@!”
He was like one giant, gooey marshmallow - a colorful, winged one, but a moth of a marshmallow to be certain.
|Food… Desired, Friend of Fatness…|
Aw- how sweet. He actually called you a friend - or, if the meaning were to be taken literally, a friend to his fatness. Well, if that’s the title he choose… it’s one you’d happily get on a badge.
“Then food will be acquired, moth mound - er, moth man…”
Wait… your badge… it DID say “Friend of Fatness,” now - could your this fellow read your mind that whole time…? No… No way… But how did… You know what, best to let some things lie. Now… there was no time to dawdle - you had to serve up your favorite moth his favorite meals…
—-
Here’s the first of a fair few of the I’ll Have Uh… YCHes that I’ve been working on! The first entry here is for Manobo , featuring a most unique and interesting character design. From what he told me, this is based off of a species from the Kirby game from 2022 - I’m afraid I’m unfamiliar with the franchise, so I couldn’t tell you much about what it is, haha.
However, working with the alien look of it and lack of personal knowledge on my end led to what is, in my opinion, a fun and unique set of dialogue to put in here, revolving around a litany of translation and understanding errors. If any of you would be interested in getting a YCH like this, feel free to check it out at the link here. A big thank you again to Manobo for commissioning me!
—-
Manobo - Ample Alien
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fat Furs
Species Alien (Other)
Size 2079 x 1772px
File Size 4.49 MB
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