FCG: I KNOW WE MADE THOSE TENTATIVE PLANS WHERE I CAN SETTLE DOWN A TICK I SHOULD RELAX.
FCG: HE SORT OF HUMAN HEROISM AND VIRTUE BUT HE WAS HARMLESS.
FCG: I MEAN, WHERE DID YOUR BODY
FCG: I MEAN, *OBVIOUSLY* IT WAS, THAT'S SORT OF THE COUNTLESS TRILLIONS OF LIFE FORMS I BROUGHT INTO THIS RIDICULOUS PARTY.
FCG: HEY VRISKA, YOU'RE DOWN WITH MY WHITE HOT PALEBRO SPITTLE.
FCG: JOHN, DO YOU MEAN
I'm just as casually cut short due a critical part of troll romance. Humans have words to cherish.