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"The f**k is this?" Karkat asked angrily as he picked up the tray of tan-colored paint.
"Body paint. For disguise. Make sure to seal it so it doesn't get all over the place." John answered, attempting to make his hair stay put.
"John you f**king dunce, i don't want this!"
"Its for your own good, Karkat! You have to blend in! Not everyone will understand..." karkat stared at the paint.
"I honestly don't give a flying f**k about what the humans think! Just because Alderia was destroyed doesn't mean I have to act like one of you little pink grubs!"
"JOHN YOU BLUBBERING FREAK WWHAT ARE WWE GOING TO DO ABOUT MY HORNS!?"
"Ed needs help. Even he's on board."
Karkat simply glared at John intensely enough to visibly make any creature with sense flinch as John backed out the door.
"John! You idiot, that took you so f**kin long! I need to figure out wwhat to do with my horns!"
"Jeez, calm down Ed! Can we fit them in a baseball cap?"
"You really think i havvent tried that? I havve tried evvery hat kanaya has given me! None of 'em wwork!"
"I COULD SMASH 'EM INTO YOUR THICK F***KING SKULL!"
"Karkat! Thats not going to fix Eridan's issue!"
"Yea KK, just because you havve teeny lil' potato horns doesn't mean you can get mad at me!"
"Yeah Karkat! THAT'S not very NICE!" Yelled a new voice.
"Shut the hell up, Terezi!"
"H3H3H3"ing could be heard from the next room.
John huffed in frustration.
"I think I have an idea," John announced as he ran to an old chest of drawers. "We keep all the winter clothes in here, I might have a stretchy beanie or something. And I can captchalogue and code it so we can make more."
John dug around some more and retrieved a thick, wool beanie.
"This should do the trick," John mused as he captchalogued it, the hat disappearing. A pack of gum fell out of thin air.
John groaned with annoyance. The gum said nothing.
John left the room to go duplicate the hat.
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