Fruity Rumpus Asshole Factory #oo1
( Karkat can be found in his room right now, the door wide open. He didn't care if anyone saw him. The poor misplaced troll is staring at his bed, wondering how on earth he's supposed to be able to get to sleep. Not that he would actually bother to get any sleep. He's a busy troll, don't you know. Besides, he didn't feel like spending his evening in the embrace of a hoard of monsters on the edge of space, goofing off in a creepy dream bubble. So he just stood there and stared, the usual confusion and hatred coursing through his veins. )
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS SUPPOSED TO BE? AM I ACTUALLY SUPPOSED TO SLEEP ON THIS PIECE OF SHIT? WHERE THE FUCK IS THE SLIME? THIS IS LUDICROUS BULLSHIT!
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS SUPPOSED TO BE? AM I ACTUALLY SUPPOSED TO SLEEP ON THIS PIECE OF SHIT? WHERE THE FUCK IS THE SLIME? THIS IS LUDICROUS BULLSHIT!