Okay, so this one is based on a rp I did about a month ago. It's not exact to the word or anything, but I'm getting as close as I can considering the original copy has disappeared. I was Karkat, because Karkat is amazingly fun to rp as, even though I'm not the best rp'er in the world.

Dave sneaks up behind Karkat and whispers in his ear "Do you want to build a snowman?"

Karkat whips around to face him, a scowl forming on his face. "What the fuck even is a snowman?"

"Y'know... A snowman." said Dave.

"Oh, yes. Thank you for your amazingly witty and creative definition of your idiotic human bull shit. This makes so much fucking sense now. Thanks, you intolerable prick."

"Only for you, babe." Dave smirked.

Karkat's eye began to twitch ever so slightly. "Do you think it's even slightly fucking possible that you could stop being a moronic assmunch and explain yourself?"

"So basically it's a man made out of snow. Little kids and ironic, cool guys make them."

"But then what's snow?"

"Wait, you mean you guys don't have snow on Alternia?"

"Clearly not considering the fact that I'm asking you about it. Or wait. Maybe I'm just asking because I don't have a million more important things to do other than listen to your bull shit. Oh, that's right. I do have plenty of things to do other than listen to you." Karkat turned to leave.

"Well, hold up a second. I've got to educate you on the fucking awesomeness of snow first. Besides, nothing is more important than listening to me, Karkles."

Karkat fumed at the use of such an obnoxous nickname, but disregards it anyways. "Fine. Tell me about snow."

"Snow is beyond definition. Snow is best experienced. Here," Dave retrieves a snowball from his syladex and puts it in Karkat's hand. "Take some."

"HOLY FUCK! THAT IS COLD AS HELL!" Karkat pegged the wall with the small ball of freezingness. "What the fuck, Strider? Why didn't you tell me it was so gogdamned cold?"

Dave shrugged. "I forgot."

Karkat grumbled under his breath, seething.

"Hey, Karkat? Look, this is really important, okay?"

"What?" Karkat said warily.

"Did any of it melt on your hand?" Dave said, with a slightly worried tone.

"A little bit... Is that bad?"

"Oh shit. I was afraid this would happen." Dave turned away.

"What? Damn it. What the fuck did that snow shit do to me?" Karkat said anxiously.

After a moment of silence, Dave turned around. "You know how you guys normally use buckets when you're fucking?"

When he sees Karkat isn't going to say anything, he keeps going. "Well, humans use snow."

Karkat stared at him with big eyes, trying to wrap his mind around that. "W... What?"

"You see how some of it melted on my hand too?"

Karkat nodded.

"We just filled buckets, human style."

"Wait. What?" Horror-filled panic filled the young troll's eyes. "B-but. How? I mean. Well. We never. Um..." Karkat's face becomes bright red.

"And I'm not new to snow... I've got Snow AIDS, and now you do too. I'm sorry, Karkat."

"No! Y-you're joking! This- This has all gotta be a huge fucking joke because there's no way I have Snow AIDS. It's just not even fucking possible. Is it?"

Dave nodded somberly. "Also, another thing about snow: if it melts on two people's hands within a five-minute time span, the second person to have it melt in their hand gets pregnant. You're a mommy, Karkat!"

"Nonononononononononononnono! Oh my fucking gog NO!" At this point, Karkat was flipping the fuck out, hyperventilating and having a miniature panic attack.

"Do you know what that makes me?"

Karkat looks up at him, terror-stricken.

"The daddy."

Karkat sits down and cries.