#redlinkhorde

SO THERE'S SIX OF YOU NOW. I HAVE WATCHED IN VAIN FOR THE FOLLOWER COUNT TO DROP. FOR A SWITCH, A LIGHT, AN ENGINE TO TURN OVER IN YOUR THINK PANS THAT MIGHT SAY, "HEY! YOU KNOW WHAT'S TUBULAR, MY BRODOGG?" TO WHICH YOU WOULD ANSWER "MAYBE NOT FOLLOWING OR FURTHER PESTERING KARKAT OVER THE TEDIUM OF SOCIAL NETWORKING." BUT HERE WE ARE. DRAWING THE CURTAINS ON THE DAWNING OF A WHOLE NEW ACT OF RECONNECTING, EXIT, STAGE LEFT! ALLOW ME TO DRAW YOUR INATTENTIVE GANDER SPHERES TO THE "FOLLOW" SELECTION IN THE TOP CORNER OF MY BLOG. CLICK THAT. DO NOT "PASS GO". DO NOT "COLLECT TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS". AND ESPECIALLY, DO NOT REPLY WITH ANY INHERENT ALMALGAM OF ALPHEBETICAL VOMIT THAT MIGHT CONSTITUTE AS "HI, KARKAT!" OR ANY RELATED RHETORIC NONSENSE. SMELL YA LATER!!

> As soon as the dish was done, you have two bowls filled with creamy garlic pasta with roasted tomatoes and a fork in each. You place the larger of the two on the pad first and send it off to Jake's. Then you place the second one on and send it right over to John's. And now maybe some for yourself.