VRISKA: Holy crap, dude. Where is his lusus? Is he an orphan contending with some horses in an ugly field or some shit.
VRISKA: We kicked the queen out of curiosity. We trolls have a glass of gross muscle8east milk????????
VRISKA: Dammit, I've got the chance to heal first.
VRISKA: I distinctly remem8er you telling him?
VRISKA: That's right. Vriska's, as usual.
I DON'T CARE WHAT THEY DO.