♋ ACT IV > COMMAND YOUR LOYAL SUBORDINATES
[ A - ACTION | POST OFFICE - ]
[Karkat has recently visited the post office, but only after getting into a heated debate with his household's mailbox and its red tilty lever doodad--and, later, bitching at the postman himself about the stupidity and barbaric dumbness of the mail system in general.
After all, mail is the red tilty lever doodad of giving people shit. To a troll, mail is as useless as poetry. This all makes sense in context.
Once his moronic debate with the postman was finished (it just sort of devolved into Karkat spewing only somewhat understandable obscenities), the troll steps outside as...a troll. Yes, a troll. His body, gray; his eyes sunken, yellow; his teeth, sharp; his horns, actually there and looking like candy corn.
This was truly a victory and, as with any victory, a celebration was in order. Stepping outside of the post office, Karkat checks to make sure the sun is NOT burning his flesh away and raises a fist in the air--victory.]
I'VE CONQUERED YOUR PATHETIC HUMAN SUN. THE KNIGHT OF BLOOD IS BACK IN BUSINESS. EAT YOUR HEART OUT, FUCKASS.
[To solidify his achievement, Karkat finds a nearby resident and pelvic thrusts victoriously in the individual's direction, as some sort of foreign sign of dominance. However, this resident is a doggy and it jumps up at Karkat and licks his face all over like a good doggy, such a good, good doggy, yes you are.]
GO AWAY, HUMAN BEAST! I'M TRYING TO ENFORCE MY SUPERIORITY. YOUR TONGUE SLOBBERINGS ARE NOT HELPING THIS AND ARE KIND OF GROSS! SERIOUSLY, STOP I--
OH.
OH GOG IT GOT IN MY MOUTH.
[ B - VOICE | PUBLIC ]
Alright, listen up, trolls! Your leader has finally decided what we're going to do now that we've been captured and brought to this place. What we're going to do is:
Absolutely nothing.
Prance around, play with the humans, do whatever, but whatever you do, do NOT find a way out of Mayfield. Got it? Staying in Mayfield is an order.
...I guess I should have filtered that just to you guys, but who cares. People should know to keep their noses out of other peoples' business.
[Karkat has recently visited the post office, but only after getting into a heated debate with his household's mailbox and its red tilty lever doodad--and, later, bitching at the postman himself about the stupidity and barbaric dumbness of the mail system in general.
After all, mail is the red tilty lever doodad of giving people shit. To a troll, mail is as useless as poetry. This all makes sense in context.
Once his moronic debate with the postman was finished (it just sort of devolved into Karkat spewing only somewhat understandable obscenities), the troll steps outside as...a troll. Yes, a troll. His body, gray; his eyes sunken, yellow; his teeth, sharp; his horns, actually there and looking like candy corn.
This was truly a victory and, as with any victory, a celebration was in order. Stepping outside of the post office, Karkat checks to make sure the sun is NOT burning his flesh away and raises a fist in the air--victory.]
I'VE CONQUERED YOUR PATHETIC HUMAN SUN. THE KNIGHT OF BLOOD IS BACK IN BUSINESS. EAT YOUR HEART OUT, FUCKASS.
[To solidify his achievement, Karkat finds a nearby resident and pelvic thrusts victoriously in the individual's direction, as some sort of foreign sign of dominance. However, this resident is a doggy and it jumps up at Karkat and licks his face all over like a good doggy, such a good, good doggy, yes you are.]
GO AWAY, HUMAN BEAST! I'M TRYING TO ENFORCE MY SUPERIORITY. YOUR TONGUE SLOBBERINGS ARE NOT HELPING THIS AND ARE KIND OF GROSS! SERIOUSLY, STOP I--
OH.
OH GOG IT GOT IN MY MOUTH.
[ B - VOICE | PUBLIC ]
Alright, listen up, trolls! Your leader has finally decided what we're going to do now that we've been captured and brought to this place. What we're going to do is:
Absolutely nothing.
Prance around, play with the humans, do whatever, but whatever you do, do NOT find a way out of Mayfield. Got it? Staying in Mayfield is an order.
...I guess I should have filtered that just to you guys, but who cares. People should know to keep their noses out of other peoples' business.