PROF ROXY: and the answer is alwasy ys btw so tht was a trick quesionin
KARKAT: KARKAT. IT’S KARKAT. THAT REALLY ISN’T DIFFICULT.
KARKAT: AND YES, I WOULD LIKE A POKEMON. THAT’S WHY I’M STANDING HERE WITH MY HAND STUFFED WRIST-DEEP INTO MY NOOK, WAITING PATIENTLY FOR YOU TO GIVE ME ONE.
PROF ROXY: wow sheeeejz ok
PROF ROXY: karkat
PROF ROXY: i got this grandosn see
PROF ROXY: hes your rival since u wer both BABISE
KARKAT: I
KARKAT: WHAT?
KARKAT: YOU’RE NOT THAT MUCH OLDER THAN ME, HOW DO YOU EVEN HAVE A DESCENDANT? THAT MAKES ABSOLUTELY ZERO FUCKING SENSE.
PROF ROXY: shshshhhhhhhhhhshhsh
PROF ROXY: dont wory karat momma roxys here to atke care of you
PROF ROXY: hang on hye grandson whats ur name gain
You are almost completely certain that you have done this before and that you already have a name. The fact that this was in another universe doesn’t even kind of matter. You refuse to go through this again. And by refuse, you mean you’re going to name yourself before someone can get the blindingly bright idea to call you “DBAG” for the rest of this shitty adventure.
You can’t just sit around pretending to think that old jokes from another universe are still funny, anyway. What, do they think you’re made of time or something? You are a busy guy. You’ve got better shit to do than entertain people that want to use six-letter expletives for your name. That happens often enough as it is.
PROF ROXY: so lts just gte this outta the way r u a b— PROF ROXY: hng on wtf PROF ROXY: hang* ets* w/e* PROF ROXY: what even are these fuckin questions like PROF ROXY: y does it matter you look like you want a damn pokemon is what im seein here PROF ROXY: btw whats your neme again?
