Karkat Vantas was pissed, which wasn't to say much for the angry nubby-horned troll. He was, however, particularly infuriated this time. "ALRIGHT, LISTEN UP HERE ALL OF YOU FUCKASSES." He shouted as usual, addressing everyone in the room. Eridan called out, trying to seem cool as usual. "Wwhat the fuck is it this time, Kar?" "HOLY FUCKING SHIT. JUST- HOLY. FUCKING. SHIT. I CANNOT BELIEVE THE COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF STUPIDITY CRAMMED INTO THIS PUNY GODDAMN METEOR. I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY I BOTHER WITH YOU FUCKASSES SOMETIMES, BUT YOU KNOW WHAT? WE'RE THE LAST OF OUR GODDAMN PATHETIC FUCKING RACE AND FRANKLY, WOOP-DE-FUCKING-DOO, WE'VE GOT SHIT TO DO. ANYWAYS, WHAT I NEED TO ADRESS IS THE SUBJECT OF THE FUCKING MATRIORB. KANAYA," He screamed, indicating for her to hand it to him. "THIS FUCKING BALL OF HORNS IS WHAT'S GONNA KEEP OUR RACE ALIVE. NOW, ONTO THE FUCKING WEIRD PART." He said, oddly enough not even embarrassed. "THIS THING!" He shouted, lifting a blank bucket off from under his desk. "THIS PIECE OF SHIT IS GOING TO KEEP US ALIVE, AND ALTHOUGH IT'S REALLY FUCKING WEIRD FOR ME TO SAY THIS, YOU FUCKASSES NEED TO START THINKING ABOUT YOUR GODDAMN QUADRANTS, BECAUSE WE FUCKING HAVE TO REVIVE OUR RACE. HELL, THINK OF IT AS A WAY TO REWRITE HISTORY; HAVE A MAGNIFICENT FUCKING SOCIETY EVERYONE IS HAPPY WITH." He screamed continuously. Equius squeaked and tried to cover Nepeta's eyes as the bucket was lifted, but she forced his hand away to follow the teachings of her favorite nub-horns.
Vriska laughed out, speaking with audacity. "Oh so why are you so suddenly concerned about the trolls?" "BECAUSE, SPIDERBITCH, I ACTUALLY WANT TO BE ABLE TO GO ON WITH MY FUCKING SHITTY EXCUSE OF A LIFE AND THINK 'HEY, I DID SOMETHING. MAYBE I'M NOT A USELESS WASTE OF BIOLOGICAL RESOURCE.' SO EXCUSE ME FOR AT LEAST WANTING OTHERS TO BE FUCKING HAPPY AND HAVE THE GIFT OF LOOKING ON AT THEIR GODDAMN DESCENDANTS." He screamed with finality. After that, all heads turned to Vriska. Some scowling, others dead, and many disappointed. "BACK TO THESE TWO." He said, lifting the bucket and matriorb as if he were balancing them on a scale. "YOU GUYS NEED TO GET YOUR QUADRANTS IN ORDER, AND IF YOU CAN'T? FUCK YOU, GO TO NEPETA, SHE'S FUCKING BRILLIANT WITH THIS KIND OF SHIT." He said, handing the Matriorb back to Kanaya and tossing the bucket behind him and storming out to the transportalizers.
Everyone for some reason saw the brilliance in what Karkat had said, and immediately went to those they already had a relationship with, some even heeding Karkat's advice and going to Nepeta. Vriska, however, was not satisfied after being told off and humiliated by the midget with nubs. She followed the trail of destruction he usually left behind, going to his transportalizer and waiting. She was warped to his door, and she kicked it open, suspecting him to start screaming at her. Instead, she was shocked to feel the finely honed ice-cold edges of cold steel against her neck. She heard a growling noise. "Get the fuck out, you mindless piece of spider shit." He growled in her ear, drawing the sickles across her jugular slowly to emphasize his point. She smiled, thinking of a way out. "Are you may8e 8lack for me, Karkat?" She taunted, waiting for his answer. "I just might be. But why the fuck do you care, you disheveled whore?" He asked aggressively, licking the edge of her ear. She shuddered, not expecting Karkat to be this passionately black for someone.
Realizing what he just did, Karkat mentally face-palmed. He was trying not to show all of his feelings, or really any, and a display of fucks given about everyone on the meteor was really not okay. Of course, he couldn't back down. It was sort of too late for that, considering he just essentially said he was black for her and oh yeah, he licked her fucking ear and currently had sharp curved blades around her neck. He could say he thought this one out really well.