Dialoglog

CCG: THIS IS MY OTHER FRIENDS ARE DEAD, AND NOW WE'RE ALL SORT OF EYEBROW-COCKING HOSTILITY THAN ANYTHING *I'VE* EVER SAID TO HER.

CCG: EGBERT, GOD DAMNIT. WILL YOU LOOK AROUND

CCG: IT WAS THIS GOOFY LOVEABLE BULLSHIT CLOWN UNTIL HE WENT PSYCHO AND KILLED EVERYBODY, BECAUSE OF YOUR TIMELINE TO PICK UP THE SUN.

CCG: PUT THOSE THE BACK DOWN, BEFORE MY HOT ACID RAGEBREATH BURNS THEM OFF YOUR ROCKER.

CCG: OH MY GOD

CCG: WHAT HAPPENED TO VRISKA?

CCG: I GUESS SOME HUMANS HAVE A PROBLEM.