Karkat had been sitting in front of his husktop for hours now, angrily staring at the screen waiting for his kinsmesis to respond. He had sent him a beautiful image that he had poured his heart and soul into drawing. Of course it was to annoy him though.
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(Drawn by Andrew Hussie)
...'John STILL hasn't funking responded!' He thought angrily... 'Wait. Funking? Why in funks sake would he ignore me, I know he's just some arsewipe but still!' Suddenly, a clatter was heard by the young troll, and he spun around to see a... skeleton...? A strangely dressed one at that. They wore garb that was completely alien to him, although that wasn't to high of a benchmark to achieve. In any case, it was dreadfully bright to the grey creature, and was much more offending from the fact that it was worn by a skeleton in his recuperacoon. What self respecting troll would even wear that? Now, no one here in this... narration room is a much of a fashionista, but it doesn't take a genius to know that it wasn't commonwear for a troll.
Then he spoke. And what dreadful vocabulary he used, shameful. More painful to Karkat than listening to Kankri speak;
"Yo, wassup broski? Sure looks like I'm in the wrong neighbrohood"
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'I hate him, I hate him, I fucking hate him! And I will tell him how I feel! I WILL tell him that he's a queef slurping ass licking cock sucking donkey humping son of a bitch born in a whorehouse!!' Karkat thought, and attempted to say out loud too, but the stranger stopped him, looking a bit perturbed. "Hey uh... brah, I don't think those words are too fresh... I'm not even sure how to censor those."
