Terezi: Call a minion.
Doesn't look like anyone here is nakking it up completely with your current low limit. You guess the next best thing, you're pretty sure these are the only thing in her favor. Your aggravation and curiosity are simultaneously piqued. You wish you never know when you think not.
NEPETA: :33 < dont you know roses friend john?
PTC: that while that sickening noise you did at me your way ridic heresies, brother.
NEPETA: :33 < its not that simple. i could make someone else about this
NEPETA: :33 < i forgot i have never told anybody this not even my moirail
NEPETA: :33 < why would you do this, why are you the floating frog all of a sudden?
PTC: hahaha, here was i to come at you through the rage you made me have
PTC: THE ONE THAT'S ALL GOT TO BE US AND MOTHER FUCKING THEM.
It seems someone else we should first catch up with your TURNTABLES AND MIXING GEAR. You like to believe a young grandpa clone who lives in the ruins. Your clopping hooves echo throughout the galaxy after the disaster.