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[The view on screen is dim at first; the lighting wherever it is can't be very good. There's some muttering and cursing in the background as the lighting is adjusted, and the room swims into focus. It's a corner of what used to be a warehouse--there are still some dusty crates in view--but is now covered in fake cobwebs, piles of gaming dice, and--is that a poster of Nic Cage in the corner? Nope. The camera hurriedly swings away from it to focus on some kind of glass terrarium sitting on a crate underneath a cotton cobweb.
This is Spiderhouse, and sure enough, after a moment Vriska begins to speak.]
I haven't talked on this thing in a while, have I? You probably all think I've abandoned you. It must have sucked to go that long without me, right? That's your own fault, though. Your lives are just so fucking boring, I can't be bothered paying any attention to them!
I've got something important to share with you now, though, so stop playing your dumbass games for losers and listen up. I've started listening to people, too. For a long time, I didn't do that at all, because I thought it made me weak. But I've decided it just makes me stronger, and there's nothing you can do about it.
[Boy, she sounds a bit defensive there! Anyway, she's slowly moving the camera closer to the terrarium.]
You know what? You should probably forget I said that bit. The real point is this.
[She shoves the device into the glass box, giving a close-up view of a large tarantula.]
Meet the Therapist of Light. I'm telling him all my problems from now on. I hear that helps.
This is Spiderhouse, and sure enough, after a moment Vriska begins to speak.]
I haven't talked on this thing in a while, have I? You probably all think I've abandoned you. It must have sucked to go that long without me, right? That's your own fault, though. Your lives are just so fucking boring, I can't be bothered paying any attention to them!
I've got something important to share with you now, though, so stop playing your dumbass games for losers and listen up. I've started listening to people, too. For a long time, I didn't do that at all, because I thought it made me weak. But I've decided it just makes me stronger, and there's nothing you can do about it.
[Boy, she sounds a bit defensive there! Anyway, she's slowly moving the camera closer to the terrarium.]
You know what? You should probably forget I said that bit. The real point is this.
[She shoves the device into the glass box, giving a close-up view of a large tarantula.]
Meet the Therapist of Light. I'm telling him all my problems from now on. I hear that helps.