♋ 11th Memo [Video]
[Hey Ruby City it is your favorite crabby leader. He actually looks presentable today. As if the world has covered it's ugly nook and is shining glorious miracles out of it's protein chute. Okay maybe not that...happy, but he does look content and less sleepy.]
Hey, inferior bulge sacks I have a announcement to make. So listen up! Because I am not repeating myself. It has come to my attention that you pink fleshy shitstains can't comprehend your own quadrants. So I'll be generous and offer up some damn advice.
Apparently I'm some sort of quadrant love guru. I'm gonna give you advice if you want it and need it. A lot of you fucking do. You need it. It is sickening to see the amount of retarded sludge that is flowing from the human quadrant nook pipe. Confusing, saying quadrant when you only have one. A single grasp on relationships.
You might be asking, Karkat what qualifies you for this shit? Can I trust this alien with my darkest, sloppiest secrets? Yes, because fuckass. I have an extensive knowledge from the great Troll Smith and Troll Sandler. Also, I have three quadrants filled. I'm not one to blab about my quadrants, so be lucky you are getting that much information. This will only be about you. Maybe we can braid out hair and gossip about the latest Human Cage bullshit. Oh did he give the bunny to that human grub yet? Oh, Oh! I don't fucking know! Or care!
That shit was the worst. [He added under his breath.]
[He lets out a long aggravated sigh and puts his face in his palm.]
Be grateful I'm actually caring for once. That alone should be enough reason to contact me.
[In all honesty it was just a way to geek out about romance. The City could not grant him a way to view his RomComs and Karkat was getting a bit homesick for his horrible amazing RomComs.]
Hey, inferior bulge sacks I have a announcement to make. So listen up! Because I am not repeating myself. It has come to my attention that you pink fleshy shitstains can't comprehend your own quadrants. So I'll be generous and offer up some damn advice.
Apparently I'm some sort of quadrant love guru. I'm gonna give you advice if you want it and need it. A lot of you fucking do. You need it. It is sickening to see the amount of retarded sludge that is flowing from the human quadrant nook pipe. Confusing, saying quadrant when you only have one. A single grasp on relationships.
You might be asking, Karkat what qualifies you for this shit? Can I trust this alien with my darkest, sloppiest secrets? Yes, because fuckass. I have an extensive knowledge from the great Troll Smith and Troll Sandler. Also, I have three quadrants filled. I'm not one to blab about my quadrants, so be lucky you are getting that much information. This will only be about you. Maybe we can braid out hair and gossip about the latest Human Cage bullshit. Oh did he give the bunny to that human grub yet? Oh, Oh! I don't fucking know! Or care!
That shit was the worst. [He added under his breath.]
[He lets out a long aggravated sigh and puts his face in his palm.]
Be grateful I'm actually caring for once. That alone should be enough reason to contact me.
[In all honesty it was just a way to geek out about romance. The City could not grant him a way to view his RomComs and Karkat was getting a bit homesick for his horrible amazing RomComs.]