EB: hey there, karkat! what's up?
CG: WHAT THE EVER LOVING NOOKSNIFFING DISEASE-INFECTED FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, HUH? I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO GET OUT!
EB: but that was like 4673820167802 years ago!
CG: DOES THIS FACE LOOK LIKE IT GIVES A SHIT?
EB: actually, karkat, i can't really see your face… since we're, um, talking over the computer and stuff?
CG: YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN, GOD DAMMIT! STOP ACTING LIKE SUCH A SMART ASS.
EB: *Suddenly slaps Karkat*
CG: *Really fucking stunned* DID YOU JUST…?
EB: uh-huh. better believe it, gurrrrrl. *Z-snapping motions in Karkat's face*
CG: *Cue rough sloppy makeouts*
EB: but karkat, i'm not a-
CG: DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE RUIN THIS FOR ME EGBERT OR I SWEAR TO YOUR PATHETIC EXCUSE OF DEITY I WILL RIP OUT YOUR JUGULAR.
EB: uh… come at me, bro…?
CG: MUCH BETTER. *Sloppy makeouts intensify*