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[Gabri]

Karkat Vantas was actually having a f*cking normally bearable sort of day for once, and his migraine wasn't quite about to slice his head, like it would be on any average day for him. Hell, he was great. He might even want to talk to one of those slimy ignorant morons today. Maybe he wouldn't even f*cking regret it or anything.
Yes. He would. The first person on the list of online players.
Oh. Wait.

Pester log:

carcinoGeneticist [cg] began trolling turntechGodhead [tg] at 12:30


cG: HEY F*UCKASS
cG: I GUESS I NEED TO TALK TO YOU.
cG: I GUESS I'VE F*UCKING STARTED BEING A UPBEAT GLOWING MEMBER OF SOCIETY.

tG: oh well i guess thats pretty cool
tG: you seemed like whatever is constantly bugging you really must blow
tG: like what is it exactly
tG: do you preform magical unicorn brain surgeries every day
tG: something amazing and life-threatening i guess
tG: well i thought you were just an angry little prick for no damn reason

cG: AGGRH. STFU.
cG: I JUST HATE YOU SO MUCH SOMETIMES, STRIDER.
cG: WAY TOO MUCH TO WHERE ITS ALMOST A PROBLEM FOR ME
cG: BUT ITS OKAY
cG: AND DON'T YOU WORRY YOUR LITTLE PUNY HUMAN BRAIN ABOUT IT
cG: BECAUSE THEN I REMEMBER HOW UTTERLY REPULSIVE I FIND YOU
cG: AND HOW YOU'RE AN UGLY D*UCHENUGGET.

tG: well f*cking jesus man
tG: get all your feelings out
tG: dont f*ucking hold back
tG: it dosent matter anyway dude, i think i hear bro down in the kitchen

turntechGodhead [tg] ceased pestering carcinoGeneticist [cg] at 1:00

==> You are now Dave Strider, and don't really want to admit how much that surprised you.

==> You are now Karkat Vantas. Again. And now that you got out some steam you figure you can talk to your bro Sollux, who is conveniently online now, right now.

[Stray Dog]

Sollux's fingers flew over the keyboard as he messaged Karkat.

TA: hey 2hit2tain what are you up two twoday?

[Gabri]

Karkat nearly jumped when he computer dinged back at him almost immediately.

[cg]: JEGUS SOLLUX.
[cg]: EXITED TO HEAR FROM ME? THAT SH*T ALMOST GAVE ME A F*CKING HEART ATTACK.
[cg]: BUT YOU F*CKING KNOW WHAT I'M UP TO EVERY DAY.
[cg]: ABSOLUTELY F*CKING NOTHING YOU IDIOT BULDGESUCKER.

Or I don't know. you could practice using your sickle or something.

[saint.EXE]

The door bell rings a while later and Bro get s up from the futon, walking to the door and getting the pizza. He paid and then nodded to the pizza delivery guy, who left. Bro put everything on the table and found a plate in the kitchen, taking a slice of pizza and a soda to the futon and sitting down. Bro switched on the TV and turned on some random show, not really bugging about what it was.
--
Gamzee spun around in his chair for a while after accidentally captchalogging his computer mouse. He set the mouse down and clicked on random things, jumping in his chair as he rolled over a horn. He picked up the horn and set it on his desk, comforting it and apologizing for rolling on it

[Stray Dog]

Sollux rolled his eyes. Karkat as usual.

TA: ii gue22 ii wa2 ju2t humouriing you
TA: but what ii meant ii2 do you want two hang out?
TA: or 2omethiing
TA: ii dont have anythiing goiing on eiither

Vriska checked the list of online trolls. Terezi, Nepeta, Sollux, Karkat and . . . Gamzee. Hmmmmmmmm.
To troll or not to troll, that is the question.

[saint.EXE]

Gamzee sneezed and looked around like he just saw a three headed banana. "Whoa.... What was that?" He blinked and then looked around. "Is someone there?" He got up from his chair and saw no one, but before he sat back down, he grabbed his sopor slime pie tin and set it down beside him by his computer. Gamzee dipped his finger in and then licked it off, letting out a content sigh

[Gabri]

Karkat's eyebrows lifted. Hmm. Well, how gives a f*uck about your sh*tty sickle anyway? Hang with that dude.


[cg]: WELL. YEAH. OKAY.
[cg]: IF YOU WANT TO I GUESS.
[cg]: UM, YEAH. SURE SOLLUX.
[cg]: BUT WHAT EXACTLY WERE YOU EXPECTING TO DO?

And then Karkat became infuriated with himself for sounding so GOGDAMN STUPID.


Dave sniffed a smell. I deliciously smelly smell that immediately made almost anything else he could be doing seem stupid.
Bro ordered pizza.
He jumped out of his computer chair and ran into the kitchen, suddenly ravenous. He grabbed the first peice he could get out and slouched onto the couch by Bro.
"oh cool man golf
oh man look at them balls fly
awh i love this sh*t"

[saint.EXE]

(Ttly copying the color text thing now guiz. srsly)

Bro lifted an eyebrow, but his eyes were still watching the golfer whack the ball into far nothingness. He took another bite of pizza and a sip of soda.
"Someones in a good mood"
He watched as the golfball rolled across the green
"This air is unreal man."
Bro shifted slightly on the couch, so as to not knock over the soda sitting on the arm rest

[Gabri]

Dave took a huge slobbery bite of pizza and huffed.
"im in a good mood because im not some pissy emotional teen?"
"or maybe because i dont try to murder my little bro every chance i get?"
"well im immensely offended"
"apologize to me and tiger woods right now"
Though Dave saw a second later with great disappointment, it was only some guy who resembled Tiger Woods.
Maybe that's what prompted him to jump onto Bro's side of the couch and guzzle down the rest of his soda, then quickly jump back, pokerface still completely intact.

[saint.EXE]

"Hey kiddo, im just raising you the strider way. no need to get automatically upset at me."
Bro looked over with a straight face and then fixed his ironically ironic sunglasses on his face. He frowned on the inside about the fact that Dave had taken his soda and he took another bite of pizza, going back to watching TV