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UPDATED AT 16:11.
Outrageously awesome dude with an outrageously awesome pair of shades gone miniature? Yeah. I think so.
UPDATED AT 16:13.
I seem to find some of the stupidest things hysterical. This has nothing to do with anything, and yet. I'm just sitting here, laughing my ass off.
UPDATED AT 16:20.
LEAPING LEMURS. PARADOX CLONES. NO. BABY VERSIONS OF THEM. GOOD GRIEF. That'd be awkward if they were pooped out (... the mother gave birth... there's the term we're looking for...) and had glasses on.
You know. It would sort of be like the creep that the Lonely Island did.
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Am I right? Am I? Huh? Huh? ... okay, yeah. I'll shut up now.
UPDATED AT 16:21.
THEY MULTIPLIED. HOT DAMN.
UPDATED AT 16:23.
... more Lonely Island references... I really need to stop...
UPDATED AT 16:27.
Meet my patron troll, folks. Aka, yours truly (in a lot of ways. Just take out the caps. ... well, not really, because I would actually type this in caps welp).
CG: YOU BLITHERING FECULENT SHITHOLE.
CG: OK THAT'S YOUR CUE TO LAUGH AT ME SOME MORE I GUESS.
CG: BECAUSE YOU SEEM TO REALLY GET OFF WHENEVER I FLAME YOU.
CG: HUMANS ARE DERANGED.
EB: oh man, i must be getting closer to the conversations where you're trolling me harder!
EB: this is pretty exciting, i can't wait to see what you've got up your sleeve.
CG: YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN??? FUCK YOU ABOUT THAT.
UPDATED AT 16:30.
CG: IT'S GOING TO BE LIKE THAT HUMAN VACATION WITH THE GIANT RED CHIMNEY ASSHOLE UP IN HERE.
CG: YOU KNOW, THE ONE WHERE A BUNCH OF MOANY NOOKSUCKERS SING AT A LITTLE PINE TREE I THINK.
Oh. Well, that's one way to phrase Christmas, Karkat.
UPDATED AT 16:32.
Me when I'm talking about annoying kids, oops.
CG: I DON'T SEE ANY TENTACLES OR EXTRA EYEBALLS OR WARPED BONE BULGES, SO THOSE GROSS LITTLE THINGS THERE ARE ALL YOU GUYS, WAITING TO GO TO EARTH AND GROW UP AND BECOME THE INSIPID BUNCH OF GRUBFISTED DOUCHEBAGS YOU ALL ARE NOW.
OMFG WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT KARKAT, AHAHAHA.
CG: FUCK YOU ARE FAST, I HOPE YOU GOT THE MAD BOONBUCKS TO PAY OFF THOSE SPEEDING TICKETS.
UPDATED AT 16:34.
My God, I question my your intelligence sometimes, Karkat.
EB: hey, i have an idea.
EB: why don't you get back to me in a few minutes?
EB: i mean like a few minutes of my time, not yours.
EB: all of these little pink monkeys are getting way out of line and i have to tend to them.
EB: if you message me in a couple minutes, we can continue conversing in a sane, linear fashion for a change!
CG: UM, OK?
EB: and then after that you can keep going backwards and then make fun of me riding my little red rocket.
EB: you can tell me i look like a silly little paradox clone fresh out of my slime tube and this is just all a big nurseytime recess jamboree.
EB: that would burn me good!
CG: OK THAT IS PRETTY GOOD.
CG: BUT I CAN'T USE IT, BECAUSE YOU SAID IT, AND THEN LATER, I.E. RIGHT NOW, YOU WOULD GET THE SATISFACTION OF KNOWING YOU WERE THE ONE TO COME UP WITH THAT BURN.
CG: SEE, YOU ARE DEALING WITH A PRO, YOU CAN'T OUT TROLL ME SO JUST FORGET ABOUT IT AND STOP TRYING.