KARKAT: HOW IN THE CONTEMPTIBLE NAME OF MY PERMANENTLY HATE-SOILED JERKOFF TROUSERS CAN YOU ***POSSIBLY*** BE HERE?!
JOHN: no, i'm not doing this!
JOHN: i'm not explaining the retcon shit again!
KARKAT: RET-WHAT SHIT??
KARKAT: WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO VRISKA?
KARKAT: IS
KARKAT: IS THAT *GAMZEE* TIED UP ON THE FLOOR THERE?
KARKAT: WITH A HORN SHOVED IN HIS MOUTH???
GAMZEE: *HONK*
JOHN: sigh.
KARKAT: TEREZI, WHY IS GAMZEE TIED UP ON THE FLOOR.
KARKAT: I WAS SO WORRIED ABOUT YOU. I THOUGHT HE HAD GOTTEN TO YOU FOR SURE.
TEREZI: TH4T 1S SW33T OF YOU K4RK4T, BUT TH3R3 W4S NO N33D TO WORRY
TEREZI: 1 CR4CK3D TH3 C4S3
TEREZI: W1TH 1NV3ST1G4T1ON SK1LLS L1K3 M1N3, 1T W4S 1N3V1T4BL3 >:]
JOHN: (lmao.)
KARKAT: UM, OK???
KARKAT: IT WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE IF SOMEBODY TOLD ME WHAT SORT OF PREPOSTEROUS SHIT WAS TAKING PLACE UP HERE.
KARKAT: WHAT HAPPENED TO VRISKA? WHY IS SHE PASSED OUT ON THE FUCKING FLOOR?!
JOHN: because i punched her in the face.
KARKAT: WHAT
JOHN: you heard me.
KARKAT: OK, JOHN, LISTEN. FIRST OF ALL, SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH.
KARKAT: I DON'T EVEN KNOW *WHERE* TO BEGIN ADDRESSING THE GLOBE NUMBING ABSURDITY OF YOUR SUDDEN PRESENCE ON THIS METEOR.
KARKAT: LET'S JUST AWKWARDLY STRAFE ALONG THE PERIMETER OF THAT HUMONGOUS, STINK-BELCHING TRUNKBEAST IN THE ROOM, AND LET THE VIOLENTLY UNINHIBITED NERD-GRILLING COMMENCE.
KARKAT: *WHY* DID YOU PUNCH VRISKA IN THE FACE??????????
KARKAT: I MEAN...
KARKAT: NOT THAT I NECESSARILY BLAME YOU, BUT STILL.