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[parodeity]

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[alienates]

[ it definitely matters. the dumbest shit is always the most important. ]

So if we make a logo to go with it, we can trademark and copyright it. Interesting.

[parodeity]

What the fuck logo would that even have, our faces surrounded by a thousand knives?

[alienates]

Huh.

[ he pauses to consider this. it is... definitely not the time for this, all things considering, but fuck it, this is now important. ]

Maybe we can think really hard about having paper and crayons and they'll appear.

[parodeity]

What, you want to like have a logo-drawing contest???

[alienates]

Yes, obviously?

[ a honk sounds off in the distance ]

Okay so now is probably not the best time.

[parodeity]

Can't you try to do somethin' about him???

[alienates]

[ hm. ]

Maybe. If we're really... moirails or whatever.

[ since that was the whole point of moirails, wasn't it?? he thinks. he understands the quadrant, but that doesn't make the whole concept any less strange. ]

[parodeity]

Do you remember enough of how that works to try?

[alienates]

I understand the entire explanation of it, but I don't remember actually attempting it myself?

[ kind of like when you know the theory behind a math problem but haven't actually tried to solve it yourself. ]

It's better than nothing.

[parodeity]

Okay, but if you fail at it you might get stabbed a little?

[ and dream or no that would suck ]

[alienates]

Hm, you raise a good point. Getting stabbed is pretty low on my list of favorite pastimes, just right above booking my own doctor appointments.

[ hmmm ]

Okay so I guess in that case we should have a contingency plan that'll probably consist of, I don't know, running or hoping we can trigger another location change? Only this time to less of a shithole?

[parodeity]

Does either of us even have any memories like that?

[alienates]

[ he opens his mouth to answer

then shuts it. ]

God we are so fucked.

[parodeity]

Like even my nice memories take place in places where also bullshit happened, mostly.

[alienates]

There's probably some nice sounding proverb about situations like this but mostly all I can say is uggghhhhhhhh.

[ it's true though. even if they leave this place and go somewhere else, they'd probably just end up where someone else is trying to kill them or something. that's the problem with games, there's always an enemy somewhere. ]

[parodeity]

Okay, so...are you willin' to try your dumb alien romcom moves on the insane juggalo, or should we just keep rollin' the dice?

[alienates]

We can make an attempt but I will definitely not complain if you suddenly remember the time we visited some pleasant, beautiful meadows or something and whisk us away over to there.

[parodeity]

...Yeah, I'm drawin' a blank in terms of nice happy places? You??

[alienates]

Well, Strider, I guess we're winging it.

[ GOOD ENOUGH ]

[parodeity]

All right. Will me stickin' nearby impede...whatever we are attempting to get you to do here?

[alienates]

As long as you don't somehow get his attention it should be fine? So... be... subtle?

[ why does this seem like some sort of secret spy mission now. god. he rubs at his temple. ]

Okay. Let's do this.

[parodeity]

Okay. I can keep out of sight and flashstep over if you need me. [ since the murder clown is

like

murderous...

anyway, he gestures towards the honking. ONWARDS, DAVE SUPPOSES? ]

[alienates]

[ ONWARDS, to a potentially bad idea, honestly, but in the grand scheme of things they have definitely had worse.

the honking intensifies until they reach a corner. karkat almost goes to peek around it, but he turns towards dave first. ]

Alright, ready to live out what is potentially the plot of a shitty low budget horror film sequel?

[parodeity]

You mean basically another day in our everyday lives?

[ so that's a yes, probably ]

[alienates]

Point taken.

[ alright they doin' this

he will step around the corner and oh god there's the stupid ass murder clown and his dumb horn pile. why is it always a mess, even in a dream. karkat is going to just... slowly approach him... like one might approach a cornered animal, if that cornered animal was a stupid ass murder clown. ]