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what the fuck wa2 all that mu2ic ye2terday ab0ut?
i kn0w y0u human2 pr0bably get tired 0f u2 alien2 a2king inane que2ti0n2, but 2eri0u2ly.
it'2 getting like 12th perigee2 eve up in here.
and i need t0 kn0w if i need t0 find pre2ent2 f0r the dr0ne2 bef0re i get culled 0r 20mething.

( Cut for stuff that no one cares about but Eridan, Dave, Aradia, and Karkat )

[Even Sollux doesn't have perfect control over his gadgetry. Mostly because he has really, really fucking shitty luck.

And he was dumb enough to bring his portable computer into the bathroom with him before impulsively deciding to examine himself in the mirror.

He draws his shirt up, baring his stomach almost up to the chest. There are a few small scratches that have scabbed over and are nearly healed. But there on his stomach is a set of deep cuts, still scabbed with yellow blood and obviously deep. They form two wavy lines, one on top of the other, and look to have been deliberately inflicted.

He grimaces at the sight and pulls the shirt down irritably to cover the cuts before grabbing his computer and walking off, muttering to himself]

They are definitely going to thcar. Fuck my life.