#mii2terarmageddon2

It was almost two p.m., Friday afternoon. The pizza breadsticks were baking, the ganache was done and on the table, and misc other items, like a smores dip and various types of cookies were spread out or almost done as well. Karkat looked around his large nurtitionblock for his handheld, and logged into Trollian on a path to doublecheck Captor's eta. If the asshole troll was late, and caused all the food he had timed perfectly to be done and piping hot by the time he walked in to cool, he'd have a shitfest on his lonesome. 

~carcinoGeneticist [CG] began to troll twinArmageddons [TA]~

CG: I HOPE YOU'RE READY TO STUFF YOUR NASTY SEEDFLAP AND PUT ON TWENTY TWO POUNDS, BECAUSE BOY DO I HAVE THE SPREAD FOR YOU! CG: I'VE GOT A SMORES DIP, A VARIETY OF CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES, BLACK AND WHITE COOKIES, SUGAR, AND REALLY JUST COOKIES IN GENERAL, ORANGE GOJI BITES, CHOCOLATE CUPCAKES, THOSE FUCKING PIZZA ROLLS, CINNAMON ROLLS, AND A COUPLE BURGERS TO BOOT. 

CG: I PUT MY SWEAT AND BLOOD INTO THIS BULLSHIT. NOT FOR YOU, BUT FOR MY DVDS. WELL, I GUESS THAT *IS* FOR YOU NOW, ISN'T IT?

CG: SO YOU BETTER BE HERE. OR I WILL PERSONALLY DRIVE OVER AND SHOVE EVERYTHING DOWN YOUR OXYGEN CHUT PIECE BY FUCKING PIECE.