"...Arrow. Sigh." Rose grabbed another self-replenishing arrow candy and stuffed it in her mouth, as if it was some sort of Homestuck Eating Game.

She had heard of drinking games before, and the concept seemed repelling to her, since most of the drinking games seemed to involve alcohol, and a bad example of an alcoholic was right before her, in her family. However, the more Rose thought that she would never have a drink, the more she was attracted to the forbidden fruit. Sometimes, during her own birthdays in December, she could even get a taste of the drinks. They tasted awful, but with each new drink, Rose was tempted more and more. It was a slippery slope of addiction, and as anyone reading Homestuck knew, addiction was a powerful thing...

This time, Rose's train of thought was interrupted by loud steps. It appeared that Caliborn had awakened from an exposition-induced nap, and was looking over the page of Homestuck himself. "HAHAHA." he immediately shouted, once he gathered what the page was about. "KNEW THE DISGuISE WOuLDN'T WORK. BECAUSE THAT'S HOW MuCH OF A PIECE OF SHIT ZOOSMELL POOPLORD IS."

"Oh, please. We were enjoying reading Homestuck while you were asleep. It would be better if you could go back to sleep."

"NO, FLIGHTYMOuTH. DON'T YOu FuCKING DARE DO IT. THE THING WHERE YOu RANT SO MuCH I FALL ASLEEP. IT'S ALREADY SHITTING AWFuL. TO FALL ASLEEP ANYWHERE BuT MY OWN HOME."

"So, one could say that, as long as you're asleep, you're... homestuck?" Hussie winked. He was one to enjoy an awful pun from time to time. However, he would let no one know that these puns were awful. As far as readers of Homestuck were concerned, these puns were comedy gold.

"YOu. THE HuSSIE IDIOT. STOP AS WELL. I CAME HERE FOR A PERFECT HOMOSuCK EXPERIENCE. NOT YOuR COMMENTS ON EVERY SINGLE PAGE."

"Oh, come on. Of course my readers love the idea that there are notes written by me on every single page. That's how the Homestuck books are built."

"THIS THING HAS BOOKS."

"Yes."

"EVEN THOuGH IT HAS ANIMATION AND SuCH. THAT CAN'T BE PORTED TO BOOKS."

"Yes."

"TALK ABOuT AWFuL IDEAS."

"listen, if you're not going to leave, then at least tag along like a normal green skull kid or whatever."

"DON'T YOu DARE INSuLT MY GREAT IDENTITY. OF A MALEVOLENT CHERuB."

"yeah, yeah." John made sure to roll his eyes, even though Caliborn, by this time, had looked away from him. Caliborn instead gestured to Hussie, and he clicked on the next page. "THE QuICKER WE GET OVER THIS SHIT. THE BETTER."

However, the page with sound took Caliborn by surprise. This time, the music could not be mistaken for calming; the only thing that could be set to that kind of melody is an intense scene between a son and his father.

"WHOA WHOA WHOA. SLOW DOWN WITH THE MuSIC." Caliborn couldn't even begin taking it in, and that was saying something.

"It's a STRIFE! scene. Why should I?" After all, this was Hussie's comic, and Hussie's own mastering of the composition of every concept.

"A WHAT SCENE." Caliborn swore that he didn't even read the page.

"John and his father are fighting."

"geez, why would we? i like to think that time was long past." Just the notion that such an activity could take place seemed offensive to John, and he didn't like to dwell on the distant past too much. Sure, the distant past had its own nice moments, but among those nice moments there were also not-so-nice moments that could easily put John to shock.

"Early Homestuck is long past." Well, Homestuck was an exception. The history of the Homestuck was intrinsically tied to its plot, and a plot of any work of fiction needed a rising conflict. Otherwise it wouldn't be that interesting to read.

"I see it as another introduction to the basics of the video game mechanics. The game needs an unbeatable foe to demonstrate the ability to fight, and therefore John's father is picked." Rose commented.

"rose, i'm pretty sure that you don't even play games." John had no idea how come Rose was smarter than him at any field.

"I actually do, occasionally. It's just that they're worthwhile to discuss on very rare occasions. Needless to say, this has no relation to Dave's obsession with a single game."

"Oh, John, for the love of pipe-smoking Bullshit, SHE AGREED TO PLAY SBURB WITH YOU." Even Andrew Hussie himself was fed up with how John didn't seem to get it.

"oh. sorry." Taking the shame within himself, John decided to see what was about to happen after these two interrelated scenes. Unfortunately, it didn't seem to be all that good for John himself.

And whenever John was at a misfortune, Caliborn would thoroughly enjoy it. "WELP. TIME TO SEE THE BIGGEST LET DOWN OF THE CENTuRY." He clicked on the next page and looked over the scene, a bit satisfied at the motion, since it was fast-paced but not sudden. Caliborn, as a cherub, had rather weird preferences for things.

"AUGH!" John shouted, a bit too immersed into the events of the comic.

"HA." Caliborn responded.

"Ha." Hussie was also enjoying his own comic's funny moments.

"The incident is hilarious enough, if you disregard who its participants are." Rose finished.

John let out the biggest sigh. Now even Rose was against him? He had one last comment on the page's content before it was time to move on:

"you know what, take the four remaining ticks out of my prankster's gambit. you own all the gambit. all of it."

"HOW DO YOu SuGGEST THREE PEOPLE DIVIDE FOuR TICKS."

"you can have two, since you seem to be enjoying my misfortune the best." John looked down.

"I HAD NO IDEA I WOuLD SAY THIS. BuT THANKS, ZOOSMELL POOPLORD." Caliborn basked in the glory of a pair of imaginary ticks as if they were two golden teeth in his mouth. Now he was ready to move on and experience Homestuck in its fullest.