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pynkhues · 5 years

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5 and 11 from the October prompt list! 🙃

“I might just kiss you.” / “It’s not always like this.”

+ anon prompt: Alright I know you probably have a bunch of these but I have a prompt for Playing House. Prompt: Rio has a really tough day at work(like real shitty) and Beth senses it even though he tries to put on a brave face for her and the kids. She does/plans something to make him feel special and loved.

(This was actually originally just based on your prompt, @lilliloves, but anon prompted this today and it fit wonderfully, so I hope you both don’t mind sharing!)

Set in The Centre and Circumference / Domestic Fic universe

(Early-ish. Probably three or four months after I Could Be Your Welcome + See You in the Light)

There’s blood at his knuckles.

Ain’t the first time, and he’s sure it won’t be the last, but still – he finds his gaze fixed briefly on it anyway, flexing his hand, feeling the ache in it already. His skin ain’t split though, which means the blood belongs to the guy in front of him, this wiry fuck who’s already spat out two of his teeth on the floor between them, drool oozin’ out of his mouth, so thick with blood it’s almost black, and ain’t that a picture, Rio thinks, resting back into his heels.

His gaze flicks to Demon, and it’s all it takes for him to start rolling the silencer onto his gun.

“No, please,” Vinny moans, squirming back against the chair, hiccupping, feet leavin’ smears of dirt against the concrete floor of the warehouse. “I’ve got a family, I’ve got kids.”

And sure, Rio thinks, rolling his head back towards Vinny, keepin’ his face carefully blank. There’s a chill in the air, but Rio ain’t feelin’ it, not in here, not with the heat of the fight still thunderin’ through his veins, not with the righteous fury still boilin’ in his gut because shit, none of them should even be here, none of them would if it wasn’t for Vinny. Rio raises an eyebrow, pulling his expression into a look of faux care.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, yes, they - - I have - - my eldest is barely six years old. You know Emily. She’s just started school, she - -”

“You think about her when you stole my product?” Rio asks, voice lowly drawlin’. “You think about that little girl when you took out the connect?”

At least that’s enough to shut the fucker up, leave him splutterin’ on his own blood like he’s bein’ waterboarded, and Rio just watches him. Watches the lines of his throat twitch, his blackened eye swelling shut. He remembers getting shawarma with the guy. Remembers beers at Cisco’s. Thinks he might even remember the guy’s daughter for real – blonde, dimpled, all puppy fat cute like one of his sister’s old Cabbage Patch Dolls.

Mostly though he remembers this fuckin’ trip. Remembers sending this guy, days ago, out to pick up pills from Marta in Canada only to hear that the pills were gone and Marta was dead, and this fuck was nowhere to be found, and shit.

Marta had kids too.

“Rio, man, please. I fucked up, I know that, I - -”

Rio gives Demon the nod.

Demon offers him a cigarette, but Rio shakes his head, pulling his keys out of the back pocket of his jeans as he watches Diego hurl his guts up onto the concrete a few steps away. Kid’s pretty new – can’t be much older than 21, but both Dags and Bullet had vouched for him. Said he was loyal, quiet, got the job done. They’d worked with him on one of their smaller side hustles, and Rio figured what the hell. New blood could be good for the operation. This sorta trial was always good for the new intake too – let them see what waited for ‘em if they got in their egos, if they thought they could pull one over.

And Rio had been impressed enough. The kid hadn’t complained, had helped get Vinny here, even thrown a few good punches and helped Demon clean the body of any prints or DNA before gettin’ rid of it. The vomitin’ was a good sign too, for a kid this green. Death should matter. Should scare you. It means you treat it serious. Means you ain’t cappin’ people without cause.

It’s what keeps you kickin’.

“A drink then. Fuck, I need one,” Demon says, and Rio flicks his gaze back to him. “Back to the hotel?”

And he probably should. Their rooms are already booked, paid for. They’ve been stayin’ there for a few nights – had crossed the border and holed up as soon as Rio had gotten word of Marta, knowin’ just how quick they had to move to pull Vinny out before he could burrow too deep. Knew how quickly this situation needed handlin’.

Elizabeth hadn’t liked it.

Had done that thing where she’d tried to come with him – goin’ so far this time as to pack a bag and put it in the trunk of his car, plant herself in the passenger seat, and he’d practically had to drag her outta the thing. It hadn’t been until he’d told her she needed to stay to look after the dealership, the drops, keep business runnin’ that she’d agreed (although she’d still been prickly at that).

Truth was, it hadn’t just been business – although he couldn’t exactly deny it’d been good not to have to worry about it, to trust her enough to keep it runnin’ smoothly. Hadn’t even just been about the house neither, although it had been about that too. The kids were still gettin’ used to the new house and the new routine after all, especially hers, and he’s learnt fast how quick those seeds of guilt plant in her when it comes to them, knows how easily they grow, how ripe their fruits are, had known how twisted up she’d get herself if anythin’ happened while they were in Canada and the kids were in Detroit with her sister or her friend or - - worse - - that dumbass ex of hers.

Nah, it wasn’t just that.

What it was was he didn’t like her on these jobs.

Didn’t like her reckless ass ignorin’ plans or mouthin’ off, didn’t like her stormin’ into situations like that face and that body was some sort of armor, and, hell, didn’t like none of these guys lookin’ at that face and that body. Didn’t like them seein’ her, didn’t like them standin’ so close to her, didn’t like the fact that he dreamt of it sometimes. That clenched jaw of hers, somebody else’s gun underneath it, somebody who didn’t have anythin’ stoppin’ them from pullin’ the trigger, and just - -

Shit.

Rio rubs at his head.

He does want a drink.

More than that, he wants a fuck. Wants to release this livewire of tension in him, wants to lose himself in a body underneath him, but the only body he wants is Elizabeth’s, and he could drive home tonight, but that would mean talkin’ to her. Would mean gussyin’ up to her Bambi-eyed interrogation.

She’d be in her ugly ass pyjamas, he thinks, and the picture of it comes too quickly.

Probably the ones he hates the most. The cream satin ones with those little orange flowers. Sittin’ up in their bed, nipples hard, pokin’ up through her shirt, those pale cheeks of hers flushed pink, her eyes a little wet, her hair a mess, waitin’, breathless, for him, and - -

He snorts.

Who’s he kidding?

More likely angrily scrubbin’ dishes at 2am and ready to ask him a million questions he don’t wanna answer.

Shit.

Marta and Vinny.

“You know Vinny’s family?” Rio asks, turning back towards Demon, who nods. “Send ‘em the usual?”

“50g? You wanna send it cash or wire transfer?”

Rio tilts his head from side-to-side, considering.

“Cash,” he decides. “Send a hundred to Marta’s. Deliver it in person. We’re gonna need a new connect for the pills.”

Demon just hums in affirmation, flicking ash off the end of his cigarette, before he says: “I’ll stick around a few days. Get it sorted. Take it this means it’s a no for the drink?”

Rio blinks, surprised, hadn’t even quite realised that that was what he was doing, but as soon as Demon’s said it, he knows he’s right.

Thing is, it ain’t even like Elizabeth’s the first woman he’s wanted to lose himself in after bad days, just it’s barely even about fucking her at this point. Just - - he wants to bury himself in her until she’s all he can smell, until the taste of her skin is hot on his tongue, until he’s close enough to her he can count her eyelashes, and shit, that ain’t a thought he’s used to. Ain’t even one he’s particularly comfortable with.

Just - - he thinks of another cold night in the hotel alone and tense, and then thinks about bein’ home instead, thinks of her asleep, thinks of not wakin’ her to postpone her questions and the inevitable argument, thinks of crawlin’ into bed beside her, layin’ his head on her breast, the softness of her beneath him remindin’ him of all the ways he ain’t, her heartbeat fluttering beneath his ear, the way, only half awake, she runs her nails down his scalp, the way she smooths her too-smooth fingers at the base of his neck, and it’s urgent suddenly. The need in him.

He could be there in two hours.

“Call me tomorrow, yeah? Let me know how you go? Keep Diego with you. Show ‘im the ropes.”

Demon makes an acknowledging gesture with his hand, and Rio heads out into the night.

The house is dark when he pulls up, the only light comin’ from the back porch because Elizabeth swears it makes her feel safe (like the half a million dollar security system he bought doesn’t), and it means she’s not expecting him. Means she might actually be asleep. Means maybe she took him seriously for a change when he told her to stop waitin’, stop callin’, that he’d back when it was over.

He slips into the house, disarming the security system and beelining for the laundry. He kicks his shoes off, washes his face, his bruised hands in the sink, before filling it to soak his bloodied clothes in, adding the disinfectant from the cupboard, and stripping off to his boxer briefs there and then. It had been at Elizabeth’s insistence the first time he’d done this that they add the lock to the laundry room door, just to keep the kids out, and he’s glad for it now, for the ability to leave his shirt there, reddening the water, without worry.

Running a hand over his face, he grabs a pair of sweats and a t-shirt from the pile of clean laundry in the basket, steps out, fixes himself a drink at the bar cart in the living room, finishes it there alone, trying to steady his hands, his breath, to calm his frayed nerves before he allows himself the comfort of bein’ beside her. Tries to wrestle out of the maw of the last few days, of Vinny’s slack jaw and Marta in a body bag, scrubbing briefly at his face and finishing the last of his drink before starting up the stairs towards bed.

There’s somethin’ to be said there about the moonlight through the window, the too soft glow of the night outside of here, softening everything in its path, and Elizabeth is right there in the middle of it, curled up on her side in their bed, her hair fanned out against their pillows, bags beneath her eyes like she hasn’t slept well in days, which - - fuck, somethin’ in him twists at the thought, but then – right there, nestled into her chest, is Marcus.

It’s enough to make Rio stop in the doorway, dig his arm into the doorframe, enough it might leave a mark, enough it pinches. He should leave him, he thinks, slide into bed beside ‘em and leave it be, but then - -

Vinny’s blood is thick on his hands tonight, the weight of him heavy on his back, and he needs Marcus just - - away from it. Away from him, at least until the mornin’ comes, at least until he’s had the time to put this night behind him, to wash the stench of it off, and shit, he thinks, almost crawling out of his skin, leg jittery with tension beneath him. This ain’t somethin’ to be shared, not with him.

He strides quietly over to the bed, gently tugging his son out of Elizabeth’s arms, relieved more than anything when Marcus comes easily. He lifts him up, carrying him quietly down the hall and flipping on the light to his bedroom. It’s neat at least, which makes it easy to take him down, to flip over the sheets of his bed and lower his son into them. His head’s barely hit the pillow when suddenly big, dark eyes are bein’ turned on him, the kid’s little mouth fallin’ open like a spell.

“Daddy?”

“Go to sleep, pop,” Rio hums, and when Marcus tries to sit up, he gently pushes him back down.

“You’re home!”

“Nuh, but I will be tomorrow. You’re dreamin’ right now, yeah?” he keeps his voice low, dulcet, brushes his hands through Marcus’ hair, tucking him back down beneath the covers. “Faster you fall asleep, faster you’ll wake up, faster I’ll be home.”

And he doesn’t think the kid really believes it, but still, Marcus hums sleepily, happily, back at him, his eyes driftin’ shut again and Rio just - - watches him. Watches the rise and fall of his chest and the flutter of his eyelashes and he thinks how easily he could never see it again, like Marta won’t, like Vinny, and just - - shit.

He rubs a hand hard over the back of his head.

Not worth thinkin’ about now, he tells himself, slipping back out of his bedroom and heading back towards his own. It’s only then that the exhaustion really catches up with him – hits him square between the shoulders like somethin’ out of a cartoon, and he swipes at his forehead as he heads back towards their bed, gaze only flicking up to see Elizabeth sleepin’ soundly, the soft curve of her body like an invitation, and his eyes travel too easily down her, from her peaceful face to the arc of her shoulder and the dip of her waist, the long trail of her legs and - - he just - -

Stops.

There’s a lump at the foot of their bed, tangled up in the sheets, and Rio steps slowly towards it, eyeing off the mound of it when the lump squirms back suddenly, and shit, Rio thinks. He rolls his eyes, reaches for the blankets, lifting it just in time to see Jane peer back up at him, dubby in her fist, her little face scrunched up, half hidden in a bunny rabbit onesie and it must be a hand-me-down from Emma, because she’s swimmin’ in it.

“’ey,” he hums, and Jane blinks up at him, bright eyed, before she pants like a dog, wiggles her butt, goes to bark, but Rio frowns, pushes a finger to his lips and jerks his head to where Elizabeth is sleeping.

“Don’t wake your mama up. C’mon.”

He holds his hands out for her to leap into, only she pulls her face into a little scowl, shaking her head.

“No,” Jane growls, and Rio rolls his eyes again, frustration sparking in his belly.

“I ain’t playin’, darlin’, c’mon. It’s way past bedtime.”

And Jane just - - shit, she sticks out her tongue, and Rio exhales sharply, feels the stress of the day and the exhaustion of tonight press hard at his temples, but he smooths out his expression as best he can, reachin’ over to her, only she’s trying to tangle herself up in her mother’s legs, and Jesus, Elizabeth must be real tired if this don’t even wake her. Before Jane can get herself too wrapped up, Rio moves closer, pluckin’ her out of bed by the back of her onesie and pulling her unceremoniously away from Elizabeth.

He intends to lift her straight up into his arms and walk her to bed like he’d just done Marcus, but Jane starts thrashin’ the second she’s in the air, and shit, Rio grunts and then he’s gotta loosen his grip or he might accidentally hurt her, but loosenin’ his grip only serves to make Jane spring off the bed and sprint down the hallway in a flurry of pink fleece and animal ears. Behind him, Elizabeth stirs, and Rio’s head whips around, waiting for her to resettle before he moves quietly to the doorway. Jane’s standing at the top of the stairs, her little face peering out from beneath her bunny rabbit hood, and Rio frowns at her, gesturing his head to her bedroom.

Jane shakes her own head furiously in reply, and Rio exhales sharply, stepping out into the hallway, unsurprised when Jane retaliates by clutching at the railing and starting down the stairs, and shit, he thinks, picking up his step. The booties on her pyjamas are so big she’s gonna trip herself up, tumble head-first over them. He moves quickly enough to grab her underneath the arms and when she starts to yelp and thrash again, he spins her quickly in his arms, until they’re practically nose-to-nose.

“What’d you want?” he asks her, staring her down, because shit, his nerves ain’t here for tantrums tonight, and Jane just looks back at him, long and hard, little jaw rockin’, and this kid really is somethin’ else, and as much as he hates to admit it, if he were in a better mood, he might be amused.

“Special drink,” Jane settles on, and Rio arches an eyebrow at her, about to tell her it ain’t the time, but then - - shit, Elizabeth’s concoction of milk heated on the stove, honey, cloves and cinnamon really does seem to knock ‘em out. Maybe he can ground in a Nyquil to help.

“Then you go to your bed?”

Jane nods, and Rio does too, resignedly pushing her onto his hip and taking the stairs two at a time until he hits the bottom. He thinks about just depositing Jane on the couch, lettin’ her watch somethin’ bland and g-rated on the TV, but then he doesn’t really trust her not to sneak up the stairs, back beneath Elizabeth’s arm, and if she gets there again, Rio’s knows he’s gonna be subjectin’ himself to the couch.

So he deposits her on a stool at the kitchen island instead, glancing around the kitchen only to stop when he spots the pot on the stove and the spice packets already on the bench. He walks over, grabbing the pot and looking at the thin rim of milk build-up cooked into the sides of it.

“Looks like your mama already made special drink,” he says, rinsing out the pot and Jane just shakes her head.

“She made it for Marcus, not me,” Jane tells him. “She always makes it, so it’s not special anymore. It’s just regular drink.”

Rio arches an eyebrow, glancing back at her.

“That right?” he asks. “But it’s special drink when I make it?”

“Yup.”

And shit, she might be right. He ain’t ever made it before, and at least the fact that Elizabeth’s already made it for Marcus tonight means the ingredients are there for him. He racks his head for the steps, for the muscle memory of havin’ watched her make this thing a million times before, and - - right, milk on the stove. He grabs a jug from the fridge.

“Your hand looks funny.”

Rio glances over at Jane as he moves to flick the stove on, that damn blanket of hers half shoved in her mouth, the floppy rabbit ears of her hood hangin’ down past her shoulder. He looks at his hand and the bruises really are bad – a dark, bloomin’ purple that he knows will only stiffen over the next few days. Will swell and throb and he resists the urge to shake it out.

“Yeah?” he asks, and Jane rocks her head from side-to-side, considering.

“It’s like when I felled over. Did you felled over?”

“Fall,” he corrects, and when he looks over at her, Jane’s blinking at him in confusion, her blue eyes wide, her lips parted. He clarifies: “Did you fall over? Not felled, darlin’.”

“Did you fall over?” Jane echoes, and Rio turns back to the milk on the stove, reaching for the cinnamon. He looks at his knuckles as he shakes in the spice, and wonders if he should’ve worn gloves, somethin’ that might’ve covered them from view.

“Somethin’ like that,” he replies, capping the spice cannister, and it takes Jane a minute to reply, like she’s processin’ it, workin’ out what she want to say, and Rio lets her, his gaze fixed down on the way the cinnamon turns the colour of the milk, brownin’ it up. He blinks and sees the cinnamon, he blinks and he sees the blood on Vinny’s pale cheek.

He grabs the packet of cloves.

“Is that why you went away?”

Shit, how much of this stuff does Elizabeth usually put in? He shoves a finger into the packet of cloves, nudging them around, and finally scoops out a handful, watchin’ them bob around in the milk.

“What’d your mama say?”

“That you had to work.”

“Your mama ever lied to you?”

“No.”

“So I was workin’,” he tells her easily, glancing back around to look at her, and it ain’t exactly sudden, seein’ Emily in Jane’s place, propped up at the kitchen island, but it still takes him by surprise, makes him rock his jaw, jerk his head away, try to focus on the simmer of the milk and the sound of Jane’s feet, thumpin’ against the chair.

Jane ain’t Emily, she ain’t gonna lose a parent to this. She -

“When my daddy goes away for work, he brings us presents home,” Jane says, and Rio snorts.

Okay, maybe she’ll lose one parent to this. Rio can’t exactly say he’s keepin’ Dean off any lists. Shit, might be addin’ him to a few. (Not really, although - - he ain’t rulin’ it out). Still, he shifts his weight back, grabbing a spoon to scoop in some honey.

“Yeah? Like what?”

“Like candy or dollies.”

The honey oozes off the spoon into the milk, like Vinny’s bloodied drool to the concrete floor, and Rio’s voice is duller than he means when he says:

“Huh. Why you think he do that?”

Jane pauses, and the question must surprise her, her little mouth hangin’ open for a moment, until she shoves the dubby in it instead. Rio has to resist the urge to tug it out, had made that mistake only a few weeks after movin’, had had to endure Jane’s hysterics and Beth’s frustration (“She only started doing it after Dean moved out, it comforts her, just - - leave it, please.”)

“I don’t know,” Jane replies now around a mouthful of blanket, and Rio hums, grabbing her sippy cup off the strainer and pouring in the milk, making sure it’s not too hot in the process. He puts the top on, and glances at her, considering. He could just give it to her here, but in the end he holds up his hands, and Jane moves easily into them this time, lets him carry her to the couch, lets him hold her as he flops down on it, her body sideways in his lap, cradled in his arms like he’d do when Marcus was a toddler, like he still does sometimes, when he’s sick or needy.

And it’s funny, coz Jane fits like Marcus used to. Kid had a growth spurt recently after all, overtakin’ even Emma, and it all serves to make Jane all the tinier. Like her aunt, Rio thinks, briefly amused, then – more so, huffing out a laugh – like her mama when she finally pulls her pumps off at the end of the night.

(How big are Marta’s kids? Does he even know?)

“Order’s up,” he tells Jane, passing her the cup and letting her wriggle up until she’s practically using his arm as a hammock, her legs sprawled out across his own. She takes a generous drink only to reel slightly up.

“Yuck,” she says, spluttering, and Rio groans looking down at her, grabbing the cup and taking a sip, only to cough because shit - - it’s bad. Way too much cinnamon, enough it tastes almost like ash in his mouth, and maybe he’ll just leave it out entirely this time. Can’t fuck up just milk and honey, can he? He moves to get up, to make another, when Jane suddenly snatches at the cup again, clutching the sippy to her chest before shoving the nozzle back into her mouth. “No, I like it.”

And figures, Rio thinks, arching an eyebrow down at her as she wriggles back against his chest, sucking on the sippy cup, her eyes already half-lidded. He feels his own lids drop too, like they’re playin’ some game of Simon Says (go to sleep), and he could almost doze himself when Jane reaches the hand not holdin’ the cup out to his. She pushes out a tiny pointer finger and taps him on each of his bruised knuckles and he just - - watches her do it. Watches this scrap of Elizabeth play the hand he broke Vinny’s jaw with like a piano.

“Marcus and mommy are upset at you,” she says suddenly, half muffled around the sippy cup, and Rio’s gaze shifts from their hands to her face, but she ain’t lookin’ at him. She’s lookin’ at their hands, and after a minute, he sighs.

“I know,” he tells her. “They don’t like it when I gotta go away like that. I don’t like it neither, but sometimes I just gotta.”

Jane sucks the nozzle back into her mouth, staring up at him now, her eyes unblinkin’, and he always thinks it’s her sister that looks most like Elizabeth, but this one doesn’t go without, not with the steadiness of her gaze and the set to her jaw.

“It’s three,” she tells him, and Rio blinks down at her.

“What’s three?”

“Three times you gone away.”

Whatever he was expecting, it wasn’t that, and Rio stares at her, unblinking now, as Jane holds up her hand.

“Just after we moved here,” she ticks it off on her fingers. “Then the other time, now this time. That’s three.”

And shit, she ain’t wrong. He mostly thought Jane barely noticed. Not like anyone would ever mistake her for the most perceptive of Elizabeth’s kids (not that any of ‘em really are), but Jane’s all energy and distraction and shit. He’s been busy. He’s always busy, and Marcus has never liked it. Never liked the fact that sometimes he just gotta move, gotta bring things back, gotta handle things, but - -

“It’s not always like this,” he says, and Jane looks up at him, and there are too many expressions that pass over her round little face – disbelief and childish frustration until it finally settles on somethin’ else, somethin’ softer, less certain, somethin’ he ain’t seen on her face, at least not somethin’ he’s seen directed at him.

“You didn’t say bye,” she says finally, her voice small, and Rio exhales, annoyed.

“I did, darlin’,” because he did. Shit, got to fight about it with Elizabeth and leave Marcus red faced and weepy, made sure of that, but then - -

He looks at Jane and any self-righteousness dies on his tongue.

“Not to you though, huh?” he says softly, and Jane shuffles back into his arm, presses her forehead into his chest, out of sight, the nozzle of the sippy cup sucked into her mouth like a bottle, keeps herself looking away from him, and Rio exhales. He looks down at his bruised hands, then at her feet, where the booties of her onesie hang limply down the side of the couch, her feet lost somewhere in the legs of the thing, the hood of it hangin’ so far down her face it almost covers her eyes, and he reaches up to tug it back, just enough he can see her.

“’m sorry. Think maybe I’m still gettin’ used to this,” he says, because he hadn’t said goodbye to any of Elizabeth’s kids. Had trusted her to do it for him, had treated them like they were just a part of her, but - -

They ain’t.

They’re - -

Well.

Fuck.

Jane looks up at him, her eyes a little glassy and just - - he ain’t sure what that is, the feelin’ in his gut, hollowing itself out. “Can you be the first one I say hey to instead?”

She makes a show of turnin’ it over, her squirming against his chest and drinkin’ that goddamn awful drink he’s made her, but then she nods, and Rio tugs on one of her rabbit ears.

“’ey, Jane,” he says quietly. “You been good for your mama while I been gone?”

And she grins a little at that, shakes her head into his chest again, giggling before she can stop herself, and Rio smiles too, but rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

He almost reaches out to her, but before he gets the chance to, Jane wriggles up his body, curls her arms around his neck, and Rio leans down, scooping her up closer, feeling her collapse sleepily into his chest, still slurping at that drink, and hell if that ain’t commitment. He exhales a laugh, dropping a hand to her back, and it practically takes up the width of it, and he can’t say what he feels, feelin’ the rise and fall of her chest against his, her snufflin’ breaths against his shoulder.

And it’s hard enough, but then he exhales and he hears Vinny’s last one, and his hand tightens on her back, and he just - -

Needs to put her to bed.

Needs her safe and happy and dreamin’ of her mama and Paw Patrol and out of his nightmares, and when he stands up this time, starts up the stairs, when he finally does put her to bed, she don’t make a sound.

And then just, tuckin’ her in - - all his energy’s gone, sapped out of him, and any jittery tension he’d needed to lose has gone cold in his chest, left him pulled thin and stretched out, and shit, he thinks, rubbing furiously at his forehead, it’s just - -

Just is, he reminds himself.

There wasn’t a way around it. Not a way that’d keep him and his safe.

And he can do this for his ma, he can do it for his sisters, he can do it for his son.

Can do it for Elizabeth and her kids too.

Can - - he exhales, leavin’ the thought alone, pulling his hand away from his face, grabbin’ the sippy cup from Jane’s iron grip instead and droppin’ it to her bedside table so it don’t soak through her sheets, flickin’ on her nightlight before slipping out of her room.

And it figures, that Elizabeth would be awake now, when he finally gets back to their (freshly) childfree bedroom, her blue eyes blinkin’ sleepily back at him, from her - -

Nah, he realises, his pillow.

“You put the kids to bed?” she whispers, pushing herself up onto her elbow, and Rio nods stripping off his t-shirt, arching his back, hearing it crack.

“You’re home earlier than I thought you’d be,” she adds, and Rio nods, padding over to the bed. He should leave his sweats on, knows he should, but for whatever reason, he can’t quite make himself. Just wants to be rid of them, rid of his underwear, rid of all of it. Wants to shower, but doesn’t have the energy to, so instead he just strips everythin’ off, sliding into bed beside Elizabeth.

She doesn’t complain for a change, doesn’t squawk or pout or nag him to put his clothes back on. She just watches him, her blue eyes too clear, her features drawn.

“Is it done?” she asks, and Rio sighs.

“Would I be home if it weren’t?”

It’s sharper than he means it to be and she looks a little wounded, and Rio exhales, because shit, he’s the one who don’t want this fight. Just looks at her for a moment, and it ain’t fair, that she can look this sweet, that her eyes and her body can sing like a siren in the night, callin’ for him across borders, across countries, callin’ him home, and he reaches a hand to touch her face because he wants to - - needs to feel her, but shit, it was the wrong move, because she’s gaspin’, grabbin’ his hand instead, a high-pitched sound escaping her throat when she sees how bruised it is.

“Let me see it.”

He yanks his hand out of her grip, curling it around her waist instead, pulling her beneath him, entangling their legs, hidin’ his hand half up her pyjama shirt.

“Are you hurt?” she asks, and he can tell she wants to squirm out of his grip, to try and flip ‘em over so she can look at him properly, find somethin’ to nurse, but she ain’t got a clue how hurt he actually is, so won’t do it, and for once, he don’t want to correct her.

“Keep askin’ questions and I might just have to kiss you,” he drawls, the to shut you up implied as he nestles his face into her chest, nosing between the buttons on her pyjama shirt so forcefully that the tip of it brushes the inner curve of her breast, inhaling deeply the faint smell of sweat and peach bodywash and that smell beneath it all that’s just her.

“You say that like it’s a threat,” she replies, the words light, jokin’, but her tone ain’t real, and he knows she’d let him, but he also knows she don’t want him to. That she’d give him sex tonight like a gift, and that’s not how he wants this, not with her, not now. He just - -

Shit, he just wants to hold her, but he don’t know how the fuck to say that.

She inhales above him, a little wet, a little damp, like she might be cryin’ a bit, and she says, “Rio, what – ”

He sucks in a breath, clenches his eyes shut, hand tightening on her waist.

“Not tonight, darlin’,” he says, his voice hoarse, cutting her off, and then - - because how can he say the rest of it? He just says: “Please.”

The word hangs between them, and then it’s those too-soft fingers of hers, pressin’ tentatively to the back of his neck, and he exhales, harsh and wet against her breast, sinking his head heavily down against her chest, his mouth open as her fingers firm there and he knows she’ll be back on this shit tomorrow, that he’ll have to tell her somethin’, that he’ll have to make sure that money gets to Marta’s kids and to Vinny’s, that the compensation will be nothin’ but he lets Elizabeth massage the guilt out of his neck for now and finally he lets his eyelids flutter shut.

#beth x rio #prompt fills #the center and circumference #domesticity #beth boland #rio #marcus #jane boland #my fic

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Hey I really love your screen caps the quality is amazing! Can I please know whats the process of making them? ,like what program do you use to make them and also where do you take the screen shots from because I can never get any from crunchyroll , thank you so much and have a nice dayyyy

Heya nonnie!

First, thank you so much ;; < 333 im so glad to hear my work is appreciated!

As for your questions, I use potplayer. I think I just changed the format to png and the destination folder of the caps settings wise.

I dont get my videos from crunchyroll bc im poor af fghfhgfh. I use animix! It has a download option but I think you need to make a account (which is free and takes 5 mins). Im dub only, so i dont worry about subtitles buuuut if you download the subbed version it will download with the subtitles on the video.

a alternative to this i use when i dont wanna wait till the dub comes out, even if i just get into it for cappin purposes as i loathe subs is nyaa ! which is a torrent anime site. you need a torrent client to get them, i use qbittorent.

i think thats pretty much it! feel free to send more asks if anything.

#faq

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riotofslience · 5 years

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gang who i rock wit muddy in the mosh pit still living toxic still avoiding taxes shot the clock when i clock in guess me and you aint got nothing the fuck in common 30 after 30 the ladder prekys they poppin murder what she wrote when you played her and now she sliding plus she know ill nigga rocking, so she gone rob him aint no friendly hitta my niggas killas no conscience only 6 ft under and coffins is how you stop it look fill ya lungs wit this Sig hollowtips from the kids aint no ku ba ya or coward niggas in the crib but im so no violent flowers in my mother garden i dont have they problems cause you'll be pushing daises if i ever wanna solve it and if its bout my niggas 357s revolving im honest but aint i tryna thug like that and no i aint a gangsta but advice for you dont try this shit dont trust them they give you up be careful who you riding wit grip steering wheels and double Ds bend corners and back bones back blocks and these back woods back at it like im home

love yourself love yourself uh gang who i rock wit muddy in the mosh pit still living toxic still avoiding taxes shot the clock when i clock in guess me and you aint got nothing the fuck in common 30 after 30 the ladder prekys they poppin murder what she wrote when you played her and now she sliding plus she know ill nigga rocking, so she gone rob him aint no friendly hitta my niggas killas no conscience only 6 ft under and coffins is how you stop it just know my X dropped the bag now my bag opened up coroners and white sheets i get paid to zip them up sheesh and we aint even huddle my niggas all know they roles for the paper they'll never fumble who really really love you been real when you really struggle now tell me that late nights up on the block smith & wesson in my jeans avoiding the boys in the blues cause I was trappin for a couple dollar put gucci on all on my collar scam devils out of their parda fuck daughters then fuck they mommas wild lil nigga ransom or my niggas keep the hostage but hopefully it never get like that knowing better doing better you live longer living like that you not really really thugin the cappin that will get you cap you better chill outside twist the leaf, kids always holding the sticks same kids played in it, serving it dirt with no love from the bricks

luh yaself gang who i rock wit muddy in the mosh pit still living toxic still avoiding taxes shot the clock when i clock in guess me and you aint got nothing the fuck in common 30 after 30 the ladder prekys they poppin murder what she wrote when you played her and now she sliding plus she know ill nigga rocking, so she gone rob him aint no friendly hitta my niggas killas no conscience only 6 ft under and coffins is how you stop it

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gizoogletranslateshomestuck · 5 years

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[A6IZZLE5] ====>

VRISKA: Ok, Dizzay fo my bling bling.

DAVE thats off tha hook yo: there be all theze rumors swirl'n arizzle that ive gotta beat LE anyway DIZZLE: Keep the party crackin while I'm steady rappin. whizzle is probably bizzles but w/e DIZZY: Snoop heffner mixed with a little bit of doggy flint. cappin' dis homey at least wiznould be tha next B-to-tha-izzest thing R-to-tha-izzight DIZZLE ta help you tap dat ass: so maybe if i do that i could lizzle DAVE with the S-N-double-O-P: put tha "prophecizzle" ta rizzy

VRIZZISKA: Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your motherfuckin' dome. That logic sizzle reasona8le ta me. VRIZZLE: Nigga get shut up or get wet up. Fo` what it wiznorth, I neva 8ought into tha idizzle that you were suppoze' ta 8e tha one ta kill English anywizzle ta help you tap dat ass. VRISKA: So that one down. Chill as I take you on a trip. Whizzay elze?

TEREZI: OK, WHIZZY NIZZY

VRISKA: You sizzay, Tizzle? VRISKA: Yiznou're not immortizzle, bitch. N dis one go'n ta 8e tough.

TEREZI: YOU S41D W3 N33D GIZZAY F1GHT3RS TA GO 4T TH1S HOMEY TERIZZLE: Aint no killin' everybodys chillin'. 4ND 1 TH1NK 1'M PR3TTIZZY D3C3NT TEREZI: 4T L34ST 4T ST4BB1NG TH1NGS TEREZI: SO 1'LL GO TEREZI: B3S1D3S... TEREZI: *SOM3ON3* H4S TA W1TN3SS D4V3 H3RO1SM, 1F H3 W4NTS TA B3 L3T OFF TH3 HOOK FO` TH4T PROPH3CY >:]

VRIZZISKA: Drop it like its hot. Hizzay, it yo' decizzle! VRIZZISKA: Anyone elze?

TEREZI: WH4T 4BIZZY D4V3 BRO? TIZZLE: 1 H34RD H3'S SUPPOS3D TA B3 HOT SH1T

D-TO-THA-IZZAVE: um DIZZY: yeah sure DAVE and yo momma: thizzle fizzay if uh DIZZLE: I'm a mutha fuckin 2-time felon. youre comfortable volunteer'n someone who isnt here fo` a deadlizzle battle DAVE: its coo' if you wizzant ta do that

VRISKA: Throw yo guns in the motherfuckin air. Diznave, ciznome on. VRISKA: As if it not extremely likely hizzay seek you out upon gett'n here anywizzle. VRISKA: Why D-to-tha-izzon't we just pencil hizzle into tha team as "Pro8izzle"?

DAVE: ...........

VRISKA so show some love, niggaz! Jizzay 8e sizzay ta de8rizzle hizzy on tha whizzay situation when he gizzets here. V-R-TO-THA-IZZISKA: Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your motherfuckin' dome. Thizzink yizzle can handle that, Dave? V-R-TO-THA-IZZISKA: Ok, gr8! Boo-Yaa! VRISKA: Which remizzles me... VRISKA: What a8izzle yizzle, Arquius? VRISKA: Hizzay d-ya want ta fizzy into dis spittin' that real shit?

ARQUIUSPRITE: I hizzle decizzle yet ARQUIUSPRITE: I'm go'n ta crizzle sizzay more numba 'n tha vast combat matri% I just compiled now, 'n tha microblink of a nanosecond, ta dizzle tha optimal strategic appropriation of mah assizzles (i.e. muscles) ARQUIUSPRIZZLE: Join'n Real Dave 'n bizzle be semitempt'n, bizzay I do nizzle W-to-tha-izzish ta hiznorn 'n on R-to-tha-izzeal Dirk ARQUIUSPRIZZLE: Instead I would prefa ta blaze mah own trizzail, wit mah own hooves ARQUIUSPRIZZLE: I always wizzle ta do sum-m sum-m really importizzle n heroic ARQUIUSPRITE: I mean, aside frizzle all tha otha stuff I hizzy dizzay like tizzy, W-H-to-tha-izzich be qizzuite a lizzy ARQUIUSPRITE: Biznut sum-m sum-m quite grandioze, n perfizzle unmistakable as a gesture frontin' tha tizzy of fortune fo` all of e%istence ARQUIUSPRITE: Dis be what I have alwizzles desirizzle ARQUIIZZLE: Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay. Wizzy, that be to say, both halves of me once had S-to-tha-izzuch an ambivalent desizzle, which was compromize' by our respective internalize' confli% ARQUIUSPRITE: But hustla, that dizzle be fully realize'. No longa ambivalent ARQUIUSPRITE: Nizzle, it is now fully bivalent, know what im sayin? Perhizzles even univalent ARQUIUSPRITE: I wizzle lizzike mah gesture ta shizzle everyizzle ARQUIUSPRITE: It mizzay cizzome fizzy out of tha b100, make virtually no senze, stizzun all involved, n hizzave a gang bangin', profoundly unintelligible impact an all futizzle n pseudofuture events

V-R-TO-THA-IZZISKA hittin that booty:

ARQUIUSPRIZZLE: Dizzle dis wanna be gangsta yo' question

VRIZZISKA bitch ass nigga: Oh wit da big Bo$$ Dogg! VRISKA mah nizzle: Sorry, I was J-to-tha-izzust temporarily mesmerize' 8y yo' incredi8le S-P-to-tha-izziel, chill yo. VRIZZISKA: Needless to say, I a8solutely agree wit yo' philizzle on heroic actizzle n want'n to do sum-m sum-m important. VRISKA: 'n any case, you earnizzle tha R-to-tha-izzight ta do gangsta tha fuck yizzou want, just 8y dint of 8e'n off tha hook. VRIZNISKA: End of story! VRIZNISKA ridin' in mah double R: Ok, nizzext...

> [A6A6I5] ====>

#Gizoogle #Homestuck #pg7531

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gizoogletranslateshomestuck · 8 years

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> Kanaya: Reply ta memo.

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FUTURE carcinoGeneticist [FCG] 599 HIZZLE FROM NOW opizzle memo on bizzle TEAM ADORABLOODTHIRSTY.

FCG sho nuff: FIZZLE THEN. FCG: SINCE PAST ME JUST BANNED CIZZLE ME FROM THA BLINGIN' MEMO FCG: N DOESN'T APPEAR TA GIVE A SHIT 'BOUT MAH FUTURE WISDOM, AS USUAL FCG: LIZZOOKS LIKE I'LL JIZZUST HAVE TA START CRAZY ASS NIGGA MEMO FROM SCRATCH. FCG: HEY PAST ME, GO HAVE A BLIZZAST CAPPIN' THA K'N, I'M SURE IT WILL BE OFF THA HOOK. FCG: 'N FIZZACT, IT WIZZAY OFF THA HOOK. BIZNANG UP JOB WITH T-H-TO-THA-IZZAT, DIZZY! FCG: TOO BAD IT WIZZLE ALL A HUGE WASTE OF TIME. FCG: Holla! OH, WHAT THAT, PASTHOLE? YIZZLE D-TO-THA-IZZIDN'T READ DIS N FIGURE THIZZAY OUT AHEEZEE OF TIZZAY? FCG: Hollaz to the East Side. OR MIZZAY YOU JUST SKIMMED DIS N IT DIDN'T GIZNET THROUGH YO' THICK BIZZY cuz its a doggy dog world??? FCG: One, two three and to tha four. WHAT A SHOCK so show some love, niggaz! FCG: Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay. MEMO-WITIN-MEMO TA PRESIZZLE SIZZLE: PUT FORTH A MORE CONCERTED EFFORT TA IMPRESS UPON EVERYONE 'N THA P-TO-THA-IZZAST, MYSELF INCLUDED, WHIZZLE A BUNCH OF CHILLIN' IDIOTS T-H-TO-THA-IZZEY ALL BE. FCG ya feelin' me? I BE GANG BANGIN' A VALUABLE LIZZLE TODAY! FCG: IT TIZZAY OUT YOU C-TO-THA-IZZAN'T BALLER THA OUTCOME OF DECISIONS MIZZADE BY MORONS, NO MATTA HOW MIZZLE YOU YELL AT THEM. FCG: Drop it like its hot. ALL YOU CIZNAN REALLY DO BE GIZNIVE THEM A HARD TIME N TRY TA MAKE THEY LIVES JUST A SHAWTY MIZNORE MISERABLE. FCG: WIZZY SOUNDS LIKE A MORE N-TO-THA-IZZOBLE PURSUIT T-H-TO-THA-IZZAN CHANGING DESTINY FO` THA BETTA ANYWIZZLE, FRANKLY. FCG yeah yeah baby: LOSA SHOULD BE FORCED TA FACE THA MUSIC, EVEN FO` THA MISTIZZLE THEY HAVEN'T MIZZY YET. FCG: Listen to how a motherfucker flow shit. THEY PUNISHMENT BE BEIN ALLOWED TA MAKE THA MISTAKE 'N THA FIRST PLACE. RAP 'BOUT POETIC JUSTICE! FCG: N THEN GETT'N SOUNDLY BERATIZZLE BEFORE, DUR'N, N AFTA THA MISTAKES BE BEIN MADE IS JIZZAY THA MUCUS ON THE GRUBLOAF. FCG: THA SWEET, TANGIZZLE MUCUS. FCG, chill yo: DIS BE DUMB. FCG: WHIZZY DID I PUSHA THINK THEZE MEMIZZLE WERE GO'N TA BE A G-TO-THA-IZZOOD IDEA. FCG with the gangsta shit that keeps ya hangin: NOBODIZZLE CIZZLE FCG: I M-TO-THA-IZZEAN FCG: NOBODY'S EVEN RIDIN' ME ANYMORE. FCG: N I'M LEAVING MYSELF WIZZIDE OPEN TIZZAY, SAY'N SOME PRETTIZZLE DIZNUMB TH'N HERE. FCG: I GUESS MIZZY I WRIZZLE TOO MANY. FCG: Yippie yo, you can't see my flow. N FILLED TOO MANY OF THEM WIT LONG ARGUMENTS WIT MYSELF. FCG: NO ONE SAGGIN' TA READ THRIZZLE ALL DIS, AIZZY THA VALUABLE 411 BE JIZZY GETT'N LIZZOST 'N THA YELLING. FCG: YOU STUPID STUPIZZLE IDIOT. FCG: OH F-TO-THA-IZZUCK YOU, WHY'D YOU EVEN SIZZY ANOTHA MEMO TIZZY?? FCG: I GUESS FCG: THIZZLE BE A CIZZLE TH'N I WANT TA GIT OFF MAH CHEST, OK cuz its a pimp thang? FCG: I thought i told ya, nigga I'm a soldier. OH GOD, NIZZLE I'M MESSIN' WIT CURRENT ME. FCG: I DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE I WIZZY PIMPIN' IT, THIS BE REALLY FUCKED UP. FCG: I'VE GOTS TA PULL IT TOGETHER. FCG: THINK BACK TA W-H-TO-THA-IZZAT WE MIZZIGHT HAVE DONE WRONG. FCG: BUT THA STRAIGHT TRIPPIN' BE FCG: AS MIZZUCH AS OUR PAST SELVES BE A BUNCH OF STUBBORN UNLISTEN'N ASSHOLES FCG: I CAN'T EVEN REALLY IDENTIFY ANY MISTAKES WE MADE. FCG: IT WIZZLE ALL PRETTY MIZZLE L-TO-THA-IZZIKE CLOCKWORK. FCG: A 600 HIZZY CAMPAIGN TA COMPLETE A GIZZY LIKE DIS BE PRETTY GOOD IF YOU ASK ME. FCG: It's your homie snoop dogg from the dpg. N I H-TO-THA-IZZAVE ASKED ME. FCG: IT TIZZAY OUT ME AGREES. FCG: I CAN'T SHIZNAKE THA FEELING SOMEONE ELZE MIZZY BE RESPONSIZZLE FO` DIS. FCG: IT DOESN'T SIZZEEM LIKE IT WAS SUM-M SUM-M THIZZAT WAS SUPPOZE' TA HAPPEN 'N OUR SESSION. FCG: SOLLUX HAS THA SIZNAME INTUITION 'BOUT IT AS ME, HE THIZZLE THERE'S SUM-M SUM-M FII2HY 'BOUT IT. FCG: IT REALLY INSUFFERIZZLE THA WAY HA FISH PUNS HAVE RIZZLE OFF ON HIZZLE, IT K-TO-THA-IZZIND OF MAKES ME WANT TA VOMIT. FCG: ANYWAY FCG with my forty-fo' mag: HE SEZ HE WORK'N ON TRAC'N THIZZAY ORIGIN OF DIS DISASTER. FCG: Listen to how a motherfucker flow shit. IF I FIND OUT WHO RESPONSIBLE FCG, know what im sayin? I W-TO-THA-IZZILL FCG: Death row 187 4 life. I DON'T EVEN WANT TA THINK 'BOUT IT NOW. FCG: WASTE OF GOOD FRIZNESH RAGE. FCG: I'M A SHAWTY TIZZLE OF ALL THA OLD SPENDIN' I'VE BEEN ANGRY 'BOUT. FCG: IT GOTTEN SO STALE. FCG: 'N A W-TO-THA-IZZEIRD WAY I'M S-TO-THA-IZZORT OF HATIN' FORWARD TA TRIPPIN' SUM-M SUM-M NIZZAY TA BE PISZE' OFF 'BOUT. FCG yaba daba dizzle: IT NOT LIKE THERE FRONTIN' ELZE TA LIVE FOR NOW ANYWAY. FCG: SO I'M KEEP'N MAH PRIZZAY CROSZE'. FCG: IT W-TO-THA-IZZILL BE LIZZY FUCK'N 12TH PERIGEE'S EVE UP 'N HERE. FCG: LIZNAST SWEEP EVE WIZZLE PROBABLY THA LIZZLE STOKED MEMORY I HAVE 'N FACT. FCG: Subscribe nigga, get yo issue. WHAT DIZNID YOU GIZZUYS DO FO` THA LAST HOLIDAY? FCG but real niggaz don't give a fuck: ANYONE, betta check yo self? FCG: Keep the party crackin while I'm steady rappin. I REMEMBA MAH LIZZLE HAD BEEN GONE FO` DIZZAY N I WAS BLINGIN' TA GIT WORRY. FCG: BIZZAY THEN HE FINALLY RETURNED, TRIUMPHANT. FCG paper'd up: HE BROUGHT THA FRESH BEHEMOTH TRIPPIN' INTO OIZZY HIZZIVE, N CRAZY ASS NIGGA WE DECIZZLE IT. FCG: AND FCG fo gettin yo pimp on: I DIZZUNNO FCG: Ill slap tha taste out yo mouf. THAT ALL I CAN SAY, I'M GETT'N A LUMP 'N MAH SQUAWK BLISTER. FCG: I G-TO-THA-IZZUESS I'M DONE. FCG: I'M BLINGIN' TA LIE DOWN NIZZAY FCG: ON THA STEEL FLOOR OF DIS FRIGID METEOR STRAIGHT TRIPPIN' THRIZZOUGH THA BLACK UNCAR'N V-TO-THA-IZZOID OF OUR NULL SESSION. FCG: NULL, KIND OF LIZZAY THIS MEMO I GUESS. FCG: Im crazy, you can't phase me. LATER.

CURRENT grimAuxiliatrix [CGA] RIZNIGHT NOW respizzle ta memo.

CGA: I Dont Thizzink We Did Anyth'n Spizzle

FCG: Anotha dogg house production. WHOA, HIZZEY FCG: WHAT?

CGA: Last 12th CGA: We Stayed 'n CGA: Hollaz to the East Side. N I R-to-tha-izzead Stories Ta Ha It Wizzas Funky ass

FCG: Snoop heffner mixed with a little bit of doggy flint. OH FCG: THAT'S COO'. FCG: Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your motherfuckin' dome. DIS BE THE FIRST TIZZLE YOU RESPONDED TA A MEMO THIZNAT I CAN RECALL. FCG n shit: YOU TOOK IT RIGHT DOWN TA THA WIRE. I WAS JUST 'BOUT TA CLOZE DIS THING.

CGIZZLE: I started yo shit and i'll end yo' shit. Yeah I Know CGA: I Wasnt Sure If I Was Clockin' Ta CGA: But Tizzy I Noticed A Conversation 'n Which I Was A Participant CGA: Whiznich As It Tizzle Out Be Tha Conversation Tak'n Plizzace Now CGIZNA: I Scanned It Briefly N Then Perused Otha Memos Fo` Mah Presence CGA: Snoop heffner mixed with a little bit of doggy flint. I Fizzle None N Returned Ta Dis One CGA: Bizzay Mah Part Of Tha Convizzle Was Gizzy CGIZNA: Im crazy, you can't phase me. I Regardizzle Dis As A Prompt Ta Begizzle Typ'n N Record Mah Contributions Live CGA: That Be How Dis Works Isnt It

FCG: PRETTIZZLE MUCH. FCG: FO` A WHIZZLE IT WAS FRUSTRATING. FCG: WHIZNEN I DISCOVERED THA FEATURE I KIZNIND OF BREEZE' THRIZNOUGH ALL MAH FUTURE MEMIZZLE, NOT RIZZLE READ'N ALL OF THEM CAREFULLY OR THOROUGHLY. FCG: THEN I LOOKED AT IT IZZLE, N THA WHOLE B-TO-THA-IZZOARD WIZZLE GONE. FCG: BECAUSE IT WAS TIZZY TA MAKE IT 'N THA FIRST P-L-TO-THA-IZZACE, SO I DID. FCG: N THIZZLE I KIZZEPT GANG BANGIN' MEMOS WIT ONLY FOGGY RECOLLECTIONS OF WHIZZAY THIZZAY CONTAINED. FCG: WHIZNILE ALL THEZE OTHA CHUMPS FRIZZLE DIFFERENT TIMES KEPT RIDIN' ME SHIT. FCG so sit back relax new jacks get smacked: INCLUD'N MYSELF. FCG: BUT IT WIZNAS ALL GOOD, BECAUSE AS I EVENTUALLY BECIZZLE MAH OWN FUTURE SIZZLE, N GOTS TA BE ON THA OTHA SIDES OF THOZE CONVERSATIONS. FCG now pass the glock: N CIZZAY DO MAH PIZNAST SELVES THA SIZZLE OF INFORM'N THEM HIZZAY STUPID THEY WIZZY BEIN. FCG: I STOPPED RIDIN' TRY'N TA REMEMBA HOW ANY OF THEZE MEMOS WENT. FCG droppin hits: HONESTLY THA LIZZLE FEW WEEKS HAVE BIZNEEN A BLIZNUR TA ME, JIZZLE NON STOP YELL'N AT MYSELF, HAGGL'N WIT PAST N FIZZLE KNUCKLEHEEZEES, CAPPIN' MONSTA N SOLV'N PUZZLIZZLE, PERPETRATIN' THRIZZOUGH ALL THA GATES N PLANETS LIKE A HUNDRED TIMES, PERPETRATIN' D-TO-THA-IZZOWN TA THA BATTLEFIELD, OUT TA THA VEIL, OVA TA PROSPIT, BACK TO DERZE, N ON N ON N ON LIKE TIZZY UNTIL WE THIZZAY WE WON. FCG: BUT WE DIZZLE WIN. WE LOST. FCG: WE LOST AS HIZNARD AS FAT GUYS FALL.

CGA: What Exactlizzle Happened

FCG like a motha fucka: DID YOU RIZZLE THA MEMO JUST BIZZLE T-H-TO-THA-IZZIS?

CGA: No

FCG: GIZZAY IT A READ, I'M DONE RANT'N 'BOUT AIZZY THAT FO` NOW.

CGIZZLE: Alright CGA: 'n A Moment

FCG so you betta run and grab yo glock: BUT Y-TO-THA-IZZEAH, THAT HOW TROLLIAN TIMIZZLE STUFF WORKS. YOU'LL GIT UZE' TA IT. FCG: OR NOT! SINCE APPARENTLY DIS BE YO' ONLY MEMO REPLY. YIZNOU WERE PRIZZLE SHREWD 'N SIDESTEPP'N DIS WHOLE CLUSTERFUCK.

CGA: It Sizzle Like A Logical Way Ta Hustla A Systizzem Whizzle One Simultaneously Functizzles As Tha Cracka N izzle Of The Trizzles CGA: Its Temporally Sizzay Construction

FCG, betta check yo self: THEN Y-TO-THA-IZZOU'RE THA ONLY ONE WHIZZAY THINKS SO. FCG: Keep'n it gangsta dogg. H-TO-THA-IZZELL YOU PROBABLY WIZNOULD HAVE BEEN A BROTHA MIZZAID OF TIME THIZZAY THA ONE WE WERE STUCK WIT. FCG in tha hood: SHE COMPLETIZZLE SHITHIVE MAGGOTS, DON'T EVEN GIT ME STARTED.

CGA: I Think We Be Given Roles Ta Challizzle Us CGA: That Dont Necessarily Sizzy Our Strengths CGA: Tru niggaz do niggaz. At L-to-tha-izzeast I Was CGA: I Hizzay No Idizzle Whiznat Im Steppin' Here

FCG: SURE YOU DO. FCG: OR, YOU WILL. TRUST ME YIZZAY DO FINE. FCG paper'd up: SO WHAT PROMPTED YOU TA RESPOND ANYWAY. FCG: Slap your mutha fuckin self. I MIZZEAN ASIDE F-R-TO-THA-IZZOM BEIN STRONGARMIZZLE BY CONVERSATIONAL PREDESTINATION.

CGIZNA: Oh CGIZZA: At Dis Pizzle Im Not Even Sure If Im Inclined Ta Ask Anymore

FCG: YOU MIZZAY NIZNOT HIZZLE A CHOICE. FCG: D-YA REMEMBA IF DIS M-TO-THA-IZZEMO WIZZAY MUCH GANGSTA THIZZLE DIS?

CGA: Um CGA: There Be A Giznood Wiznay Ta Go I Thizzink Yeah

FCG: THEN MIGHT AS WELL SPIT IT OUT.

CGA: Its Sizzy A Silly Question

FCG: RED OR BLACK?

CGA: Whizzle

FCG dogg: YO' PROBLEM, DOES IT PERTAIN TA REDROM OR BLACKROM INTERESTS? Tru niggaz do niggaz.

CGA: T-H-to-tha-izzats Not What Dis Be 'bout

FCG: CIZZOME ON. THUGZ HAVE BIZZY BUSTIN' THEZE MEMOS TA SIZZY THRIZNOUGH THEIR ROMANTIZZLE PROBLEMS FO` WIZZY, I BE A FUCK'N VETIZZLE AT DIS SHIT BY NOW. FCG: SERIOUSLY, I DIZNON'T MIND, IT'LL BE A WELCOME REPRIEVE FROM SHOUT'N AT MYSELF.

CGA from tha streets of tha L-B-C: Im Not Sizzle Wizzy Ta Say 'bout It

FCG: DIZZAY YOU AT LEAST GIT A SENZE OF WHAT DIS CONVERSIZZLE WIZZLE 'BOUT WHEN YOU SKIMMED IT?

CGA and my money on my mind: Not Really CGA fo my bling bling: If I Wizzle Frontin' 'bout It I Probablizzle Wizzouldnt Have Wanted Ta Anyway CGA: Dont You Think Its Betta Ta Hizzle Unrehearze' Conversations CGIZZLE: Even If Tha Subject Matta Be Awkward

FCG now pass the glock: YES I COMPLETELY AGREE. FCG: IT GOOD YIZZLE DIZZAY RIZZY IT. WE CAN AVOID THA SIZZAY OF VERBAL SLAPSTIZZLE ROUTINES I'M SICK TA FUCK'N DEATH OF BY NOW. FCG: I BE SO TIRIZZLE OF THUGZ DOGGY STYLIN' ALL COY AND SIPPIN' ME WHAT WE'RE 'BOUT TA SIZZY BEFORE WE SAY IT, N THEN WE WIZNIND UP FUCKING SAY'N IT ANYWAY. FCG: N THEN WE PRIZZAY TA THA INVISIBLE PUSHA THAT BE FATHA TIME BEYOND A SHADIZZLE OF A DIZZAY WHAT A BUNCH OF FUCK'N IDIOTS WE ALL BE. FCG: D-YA HIZZY ANY IDEA HOW OLD THAT GETS RAPPA A W-H-TO-THA-IZZILE? FCG: SO REALLY, TIZZAY ME. FCG: I KNOW IT ON YOUR MIND, I GOTS A SENZE FO` THEZE THINGS. FCG: R OR B? Boom bam as I step in the jam, God damn.??

CGA like a tru playa': Ok CGIZZLE: Rizzle Then CGIZZLE: But I Guess CGA fo all my homies in the pen: Not Really Red Enough

FCG: HAHA, WELL ISN'T TIZZY ALWIZZLE THE CAZE? FCG: STORY AS OLD AS TIME. FCG: EVEN 'N PLIZZLE WHERE STRICTLY SPEAK'N TIME DIZZAY EXIST UNTIL RECENTLY. FCG: WHO'S THA TARGET OF THEZE FLUSHED LEANINGS? Freak y'all, into the beat y'all. FCG: IF YOU DIZZON'T MIND MAH ASKING.

CGIZZLE: Its Not Tha Ask'n I Mind CGA: Its Tha Spendin' CGA: 'n A Public Forum

FCG: I D-TO-THA-IZZON'T THINK ANYONE READING. FCG: DIZZY YOU NOTICE ANYONE ELSE JOIN 'N LATER?

CGA: They call me tha black folks president. No CGA and my money on my mind: It Appeared Ta Be Just Tha Twizno Of Us

FCG: SIZZAY FCG fo my bling bling: NOBODY CIZZLE ENIZZLE TA BOTHER.

CIZZY: I Dont Know Whetha Thats Reassur'n CGIZZLE: Or Just A Bit Dishearten'n

FCG: WIZZY I DIZNIDN'T MEAN IT LIKE THAT. FCG: THEY DISINTEREST BE MORE A REFLECTION ON ME THIZZLE YOU.

CGIZZAY: Disinterest Be Tha Operative Concept Here CGIZNA fo yo bitch ass: Shes Nizzay Even Responding Ta Mah Messizzles Anymizzle CGIZZLE: Could Be Busy CGA: But Im Rapidly Approaching A Resolution Ta Discard The Preposterous Infatuation

FCG: SHE? WIZZELL I GIZZAY THIZZLE NARROWS IT DOWN SOMEWHAT.

CGIZZAY bitch ass nigga: Shit

FCG: IF I THINK BIZZY ON EVENTS BLINGIN' DIS I CIZZY PROBABLY PIECE IT TOGETHER...

CIZZY and cant no hood fuck with death rizzow: Hiznow 'bout CGIZZA: If I Agree Ta Cizzle Wit Yizzou 'bout It 'n Prizzle CGIZNA: We Can Drizzop It Here CGIZZAY: Before You Cizzy Me Lizzle A Vault CGA: Wit Yo' Weird Romance Steppin' Acumen

FCG: ALRIZZLE, DEAL.

CGIZZA: It Still Puzzles Me T-H-to-tha-izzat Yizzy Be So Verze' 'n Tha Tizzle CIZZY: D-ya Hiznave Access Ta A Manual Archived On A Remote Baller Somizzle

FCG: Keep the party crackin while I'm steady rappin. WHAT FCG: Aint no killin' everybodys chillin'. NO OF COURZE NOT. FCG: I DIZZAY ACTUALLY KNOW ALL THAT MUCH. FCG: Listen to how a motherfucker flow shit. I JIZZAY KNOW DIS STIZZAY WILL DRIZZLE YOU SHITHIZZLE MAGGOTS IF YOU DON'T FIGURE OUT HOW TA DEAL WIT IT.

CGA n we out! T-H-to-tha-izzat Figure Of Speech You Keep Using Puzzles Me Too

FCG: L-TO-THA-IZZIKE FCG: NIZZLE THAT I EXPIZZLE YIZZOU TA GIVE A SHIZNIT BUT PERSONALLY I BE ALL TWIZZLE UP 'BOUT BLACKROM STIZZUFF ESPECIALLY. FCG: HONESTLY I DIZZON'T THINK I WAS CIZZUT OUT TO HAVE A KISMESIS, I THINK MAH STANDARDS ARE WAY TOO HIGH. FCG: DID YOU KNOW THAT... FCG and yo momma: DIS FEELS SO IZZLE TA ADMIT, BUT FCG: OVA THA COURZE OF DIS ADVENTURE, AT TIZZLE I ACTIZZLE BEGAN TA SIZZLE I WAS MAH OWN KISMESIS. FCG: HOW FUCKIZZLE UP BE TIZZY???

CGIZZA: Im Not Qualify Ta Sizzy CGA now motherfuckers lemme here ya say hoe: Neitha Romance Nor Psychology Be Mah Striznong Suits

FCG like a tru playa': BIZNUT OBVIOUSLY ITS NOT T-R-TO-THA-IZZUE, I BROTHA IZZLE DID ANY LEGIT TIZZAY TRAVEL'N W-H-TO-THA-IZZERE I COULD MEET MYSELF, I JIZZY BICKERIZZLE WITH P-TO-THA-IZZAST N FIZZLE GHOSTS ON A CHIZNAT CLIENT. FCG to increase tha peace: FITT'N REALLY. EVERY CALIGINIZZLE ADVERSARY I'VE CONTEMPLATED HAS ELUDED ME LIKE A PHIZZLE, EVEN MYSIZZAY! FCG with my hoes on my side, and my strap on my back WANNA BE GANGSTA, I'M DONE WIT IT.

CGA: N Whizzle Of Scarlet Ambitions CGIZZLE: Fare Any Betta In Tizzy Quadrant

FCG: Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your motherfuckin' dome. NO NO NO I'M NOT AIR'N THIZZAT SHIT OUT HERE. FCG: MAYBE PRIVATELY. FCG: IT PRIVATE. FCG with my hoes on my side, and my strap on my back LET C-H-TO-THA-IZZANGE THA SUBJECT, WHIZZAT WIZZLE YOU ORIGINALLY GO'N TA ASK ME.

CIZZY: Oh Fine CGIZNA: Herizzles Thizzis Sizzle Question Fo` You CGA: I Wizzle Jizzy Mackin' Given Yo' Vizzle Of Hindsizzle CIZZY: If Youd Had Cauze To Observe At Any Pizzy 'n Time CGA: Magic

FCG: UH...

CGA and cant no hood fuck with death rizzow: Like Real Magizzle CGA: I Guess Whiznat Im Ask'n Be CGA: Be Magic A Real Th'n

FCG: WOW, YOE RIGHT, THAT KIND OF THA DUMBEST FUCKING QUESTION IIZZY EVA HEARD.

CIZZY: I Knizzow CGIZZA n we out! Its Jizzy Thizzat I H-to-tha-izzave A Good Rizzle Ta Believe Magizzle Be Real CGA: Keep the party crackin while I'm steady rappin. Our Ancient Predizzles Discizzle Hizzay Ta Uze It CGA like old skool shit: But Then They Mizzay Have Surpasze' Us 'n Skizzay By A Bootylicious Deal

FCG so i can get mah pimp on: YIZZAY PIZZAY WAY TIZZAY MUCH SIZZY 'N T-H-TO-THA-IZZAT RATTY OLD GUIDE. FCG: BUT ANYWAY NO, WE PUSHA UZE' MAGIC. FCG fo yo bitch ass: I MIZZLE, LET ME TRY TA PUT INTO PERSPECTIVE HOW RIDICULOUS THA W-H-TO-THA-IZZOLE NOTION BE ANYWAY. FCG: WE CAN ALCHEMIZE PRACTIZZLE ANYTH'N WIT THA RIGHT MATERIALS N GRIST. FCG: Bounce wit me. WE CAN, N DID, M-TO-THA-IZZAKE SNOOPA POWERFUL WEAPONS N ITEMS THAT CAN DO PRACTICALLY ANYTHING. FCG: WHAT ADDITIONAL ADVANTAGE COULD MIZZLE OFFA? ALL DIS SHIZZIT IS PRACTICALLY MAGIC ANYWAY. FCG: Nigga get shut up or get wet up. BUT MORE LIKE FCG: GOOFY SCIENCEY MAGIC. YOU KNIZZLE yaba daba dizzle?

CGA: Sizzure

FCG: BUT BLINGIN' HERE BE KIND OF MAGIZZLE 'N A WAY, ISN'T IT. FCG: FORTUNE BUSTIN' DREAM CLOUDS N GOLDEN MOONS N SHIT. FCG: IF YOU LIZZOOK ARIZZLE FCG: THERE MAGIC EVERYWHERE 'N DIS BITCH. FCG: Bounce wit me. IT ALL AROUND US. FCG: BROTHA FUCKIN MIRACLES, RIGHT?

CGA: Aint no killin' everybodys chillin'. Heh

FCG: WHIZZAT D-YA NEE' MAGIC FIZNOR ANYWIZZLE?

CGIZZA: I started yo shit and i'll end yo' shit. Im Hatin' Oizzy Of Ideas CGA: You'se a flea and I'm the big dogg. I Nee' Ta Figure Out A Way Ta Stoke Dis Volcizzle CGA now motherfuckers lemme here ya say hoe: 'n Caze You N Tha Playa Be Successfizzle 'n Recover'n Thizze Queens R'n

FCG: YIZNOU'LL FIGIZZLE IT OUT. FCG: N YIZZOU WIZNON'T NEE' MAGIC, TRUST ME. FCG: JUST BE PATIZZLE, THA GANGSTA W-TO-THA-IZZILL COME TA YOU SOMEHOW.

CGA: I Guess You Would Know

FCG: Y-TO-THA-IZZEAH, R-E-A-DOUBLE-LIZZY THERE'S NUTTIN TO WORRY 'BOUT. FCG: AT LEAST AS FAR AS THA DIZZLE OF THA ADVENTURE GO. FCG: WE WIZNERE ALL PRIZZLE OFF THA HOOK AT DIS GAME. FCG: REALLY OFF THA HOOK 'N FACT. FCG: UNTIL A LITTLE WHILE AGO. FCG: WHEN IT TURNED OUT WE WIZZLE ACTIZZLE ALL THIZZAY OFF THA HOOK. FCG: TURNS OUT WE WERE PRETTY FUCK'N UNAWESOME ALL ALONG.

CGIZZLE: Stiznill Bafflizzle By What Would Conceivably Cauze Sizzy A Crisis 'n Awesomeness Post-Victory

FCG cuz its a doggy dog world: WELL FCG: FO` PIMP FCG cuz its a G thang: H-TO-THA-IZZAVE YOU SCROLLIZZLE UP TO THA TOP OF THA TIMELINES YET? Holla!

CGA: No

FCG: CHIZZECK THIZZAT OUT FCG: MIZZAY RIZNEAD A FIZZEW RECENT MEMOS FCG: Im crazy, you can't phase me. BUT BROTHA THIZZAY THAT IT NOT FO` YOU TA CONCIZZLE YOSELF WIT. FCG: JUST DIZNEAL WIT GETT'N THROUGH THA QUEST. FCG: I'LL CIZZLE UP WIT YOU 'BOUT IT WHEN YOU CATCH UP WIT ME ON THA TIMELINE. FCG: WHICH JUST HAPPENS TA BE RIGHT NOW.

CGA: Say Hi Ta Me Fo` Myself

FCG: OK I PROBABLIZZLE WON'T DO THAT, BUT ALRIZZLE HA HA. FCG: WHAT THA HIZZLE BE YOU DOING OVA THIZZLE ANYWAY?

CGA: You Mean Fizzle Me

FCG n we out! YEAH. FCG: YOE MESS'N AROUND WIT YO' CHAINSAW. FCG: WHILE TAVROS BE CRUISIN' ON THE FLOOR. FCG: OH GOD. FCG: FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK WHIZZAY BE YOU DO'N???????

CGA and yo momma: What CIZZY: Whizzat Did I Do

FUTURE carcinoGenizzle 2 [FCG2] 600 HOURS FROM NOW responded ta mizzay.

FCG2: OK. FCG2: EVERYTH'N FIZNINE I GUESS.

CGA: Wizzy Happizzle

FCG2: I PASZE' OUT FO` 'BOUT AN HOUR. FCG2: CRACK-A-LACKIN` EMBARRASSING. FCG2: YOU BE OUT OF YO' GODDAMN MIND, YIZZAY KNOW.

CGA: Shithive Maggots You Mizzy

FCG2: YEAH FCG2: 'N A G-TO-THA-IZZOOD WAY THOUGH. FCG2: OK I'M GANG BANGIN' DIS MIZZEMO DOWN FIZZOR MAH PIZZAST SELF. FCG2: SIZZY HE CURRIZZLE LY'N UNCONSCIZZLE ON THA FLOOR AN HIZZOUR AGO. FCG2: SIZZEE YOU 'N THE FUTURE-NOW.

CGA: Til Thizzle

FCG2 bannizzle CGA F-R-to-tha-izzom blingin' ta memo fo' sheezy. FCG2 banned FCG from respond'n ta memo.

FCG2 cloze' mizzy.

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DIZZY: what d-ya actuallizzle want friznom ha D-TO-THA-IZZAVE: Keep'n it gangsta dogg. do yizzou wizzant ha ta sizzy drink'n faygo n cruisin' asleep 'n puddles of red fructoze cizzy slobba DAVE: Drop it like its hot. or d-ya want ha to somehizzle address tha root of thoze habizzles n cizzut all that out fo` good

KARKAT fo' sho': YIZZY! I WIZZY HA TA DO THIZNAT! One, two three and to tha four. KARKAT upside yo head: THA PLAYA THING.

DAVE: Yippie yo, you can't see my flow. yeah i cizzan understizzle where youre com'n from DAVE: but in situations like dis i thizzink you nee' ta remind yoself theres only so much you cizzan do fo` somebodizzle DAVE: n mizzaybe they arent go'n ta want or nee' yo' help and yiznou just H-to-tha-izzave ta figure out how ta deal wit that DAVE: liznike at sizzle pizzle 'n yo' lizzay one of yo' frizzay mizzy start spend'n all drug deala tizzay witta homey you think be bad news DIZNAVE: and yiznou hizzle ta decide if you nee' ta intervene as a nigga or just let it go coz thugz cizzle change or drift apizzle or killa coz thats just sum-m sum-m that happens

KARKAT: I'm a mutha fuckin 2-time felon. DAVE KARKAT: YO' WISDOM, MAH GOD KARKAT: IT KNOCK'N MY SIZNOCKS OFF. HOLY SHIZZIT, PLEAZE TIZNELL ME THA SECRET TA YO' WIZE WAYS. KIZZLE like this and like that and like this and uh: N WHILE YOE AT IT, MAYBE YOU COULD TELL ME WHAT THA FUCK YOE DIPPIN' 'BOUT.

DAVE: liznook all im say'n be D-TO-THA-IZZAVE: there comes a time in every yizzay womizzles life when shizne has ta cizzle ta terms wit tha decision ta gradually morph into a jizzle whizzile all nigga niggaz n loved ones watch 'n dismay DAVE: Throw yo guns in the motherfuckin air. terezi has strolled through tha dizzle carnival n takizzle a bootylicious brood'n whizziff of that decisions festive asshole n the choice she hizzay made be all too clear DAVE: shizzle dizzle wit tha clown

KARKAT: NO, DIZNON'T SIZZAY THAT.

DIZZAVE: its true dawg DIZZAVE with my hoes on my side, and my strap on my back you cizzle live 'n denial fo` only so lizzy DAVE: but as yo' brizno i H-to-tha-izzave ta sizzay it lizzle it be DAVE: shizne and gamzee mizzan DAVE spittin' that real shit: thiznat be literallizzle a th'n DIZZY: thizzay be 'n tha hizzay square nigga DAVE: total kismespades diznude

KARKAT and yo momma: NO, THAT NOT WHAT I MEAN. KARKIZZLE: I MEAN, I KIZZY THAT. KARKAT: Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay. JUST WHY D-YA H-TO-THA-IZZAVE TA PIZZUT EVERYTH'N SO "COLORFULLY"? KARKIZZLE with my hoes on my side, and my strap on my back I GIZZAY I DO THA SIZZAY TH'N, BIZZLE YOU ALWAYS SEEM TA TAKES MOBBIN' TA A DIFFERENT LEVEL OF GROSS. JUST PLEAZE SAY SHIZNIT NORMALLY FO` A CHANGE, OK. KARKAT: REGARD'N GAMZIZZLE, YEAH. I KNIZZLE 'BOUT THIZZLE ALREADY.

DIZZLE: oh DIZZY if you gots a paper stack: reallizzle? DAVE, niggaz, better recognize: then whizzat tha fuck have i been tiptoe'n around all dis time god dizzle DAVE: i thought dis was suppoze' ta be like dis "bizzig secret" that would "destroy you" if you found out

KARKAT: MOTHERFUCKA, PLEAZE. KIZZLE: D-YA THINK I'M AN IDIZZLE? I'VE SUSPECTED DIS WIZZAS GO'N ON FO` A LONG TIME. KARKAT: I WIZZLE JUST BE'N LIKE YOU, BUSTIN' IT COO', SIPPIN' HA DO WHATEVER.

DIZZLE: tizzy why be it a problem niznow

KARKAT: COZ DIS BE THA L-TO-THA-IZZAST STRAW! WE'RE SUPPOZE' TA BE READY FO` ACTION BY NOW. KARKAT, ya feel me? NOT COMATOZE, HALF NAKED N FAYGO STICKY. KARKAT: GOD, I WONDA W-H-TO-THA-IZZAT SORT OF BULLSHIT HE GOTS BALLER DIPPIN' IN NOW? 'BOUT THA MIRTHFUL MESSIAHS N SIZZY LA N ALL THAT GARBAGE. KARKAT: IT MAKES ME SO SIZZY TA THINK SHE CIZZAY UP 'N HIZZAY SUPERSTITIOIZZLE WEB OF LIES. KARKAT: IT BIZZAY AWFUL MACKIN' THA PIZZLE I UZE' TA KNIZZLE SLOWLY DRIZNIFT AWAY FROM ME, TA THA POINT WHERE SHE MIZZIGHT AS WIZNELL BE GONE. KARKAT: HIZZY DID YOU MANAGE TA DIZZLE WIT THAT?

DAVE: whiznat

KARKAT: YOU N SHIZNE UZE' TA SEE EACH OTHA ALL THA TIME. W-H-TO-THA-IZZAT HAPPIZZLE?

DAVE like this and like that and like this and uh: lizzle i sizzle i jiznust put it bizzle me DAVE: she started sneak'n arizzle in vizzay n stuff act'n suspicious mackin' ta hide tha fact that shizne was see'n him DAVE: like she was obviously ashamed of it n worry how id react DAVE: but it was hizzy transparent T-H-to-tha-izzat was cruisin' on so i J-to-tha-izzust said DAVE: thats fine yall can do yo' blackrom th'n wit tha juggalo its yo' decision DAVE like this and like that and like this and uh: but i cant K-to-tha-izzeep play'n along DAVE: i cant do tha quadrant cruisin' its J-to-tha-izzust too weird fo` me DAVE: im nizzle a troll n im niznot all opizzle minded 'bout gettizzle multicultural DIZZY: i S-T-to-tha-izzill dont understizzle tha spadizzles doggy stylin' n it makizzles me really fuckin uncomfortizzle evizzle trying ta imagine how that works n i sure as fuck dizzle wizzy ta diznate anybodizzle whos got a hateclown on tha side DIZZAY: Drop it like its hot. so i said no hizzy feel'n i still like you n all, do whateva makes yiznou stoked ill J-to-tha-izzust be ova here 'n tha hypa gravity chamba train'n ta beat lizzle english

KARKAT: WE HIZNAVE A HYPA GRAVITY KILLA doggystyle???

DIZZAVE: no

KIZZLE: You gotta check dis shit out yo. OH

DAVE: but whizzle 'bout you DIZZLE: hizzle you been spendin' ta gamzee dis whole tiznime DAVE: or be he just bizzle out ly'n ta you 'bout sneakin arizzle the meteor wit terezi DAVE: i thought moirizzles W-to-tha-izzere suppoze' ta be open wit each drug deala 'bout S-T-to-tha-izzuff lizzle that

KARKAT: YEAH. UH. KARKIZZLE: GAMZEE ENDIZZLE OUR MOIRALLEGIZZLE QUITE SOME TIZNIME AGO.

DAVE: oh shit DAVE and yo momma: sorry ta hizzle 'bout T-H-to-tha-izzat

KARKAT: Listen to how a motherfucker flow shit. IT FINE. IT WIZNAS R-E-A-DOUBLE-LIZZY A DEAD END PALE RELATIONSHIP. KARKAT n shit: AT FIRST IT REALLIZZLE SIZZLE LIKE I WAS A NECESSARY PART OF HIS LIZZAY, MESSIN' HIZZAY SHIT BALLER CONTROL... KIZZLE: One, two three and to tha four. BUT AS TIME WIZZAY ON HE JIZNUST GIZZOT COMPLETELY DISINTERESTED N WASN'T KEEP'N UP WIT HIS END OF THA TH'N AT ALL. KARKAT: Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay. HE STIZZLE GETT'N SO UNBELIEVABLY SIZZLE SATISFY N PIOIZZLE, LIZZIKE WAY MIZZLE THAN HE EVA WAS BEFORE. KARKAT: LIZZIKE H-TO-THA-IZZE'S JIZZUST SO COMPLETIZZLE CONVINCED HE FOUND HIS CALL'N, THAT THIS SESSION BE THA GATEWIZZLE TA THA PROMIZE' LAND WHERE HE'LL FULFIZZLE HIZZAY DESTINY. KARKAT: Holla! HE SO CAUGHT UP 'N HIZNIS IDIOTIZZLE SCHEMES HE COULDN'T GIZZIVE A FUCK 'BOUT ME ANYMORE. KARKAT: WHATEVER. AT L-TO-THA-IZZEAST HE STOPPED CAPPIN' THUGZ.

DIZNAVE mah nizzle: amaz'n i spent three yizzy on dis rock n neva siznaid one th'n ta tha homey DIZZAVE: It dont stop till the wheels fall off. i saw him once tho DAVE: just a glimpze 'n a dizzle hallway DAVE: Wussup to all my niggaz in the house. it was kinda like see'n a blurry piznurple bigfoot witta hizzy bona

KARKAT: OH GOD! KARKAT: Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your motherfuckin' dome. THAT FUCK'N GIZZAY TIA OUTFIT. KARKAT: WHAT A GODDAMN FAKER. I CAN'T FO` THA LIZZAY OF ME IMAGINE WHERE HE GOTS THAT THING. KIZZLE: I KNOW KANAYA SURE AS HELL DIZNIDN'T MAKE IT FO` HIM. KARKAT: THA DAWG LITERALLY HAS NO SHAME.

DIZNAVE: Real niggas recognize the realness. why be he wear'n it

KARKAT, know what im sayin? I DIZZAY KNIZZAY ya dig? KIZZLE: I D-TO-THA-IZZON'T THINK EVEN HE KNOWS. KARKAT cuz its a pimp thang: M-TO-THA-IZZAYBE TA MAKE A "GOOD IMPRESSION" ON HIZZAY FAKE ASS RELIGIOIZZLE IDOL, AFTA HE T-H-R-TO-THA-IZZUSTS HIS SACRED COD PIZZY T-H-R-TO-THA-IZZOUGH THE GATES OF SIZZY LA.

DIZZAY: Subscribe nigga, get yo issue. ahahaha tha best th'n we hustla do hustla be slam dis assholes dizzumb religizzle

KIZZLE: YEAH!!!

DAVE: really its tha most hilarious fuck'n horseshit ive eva heard DAVE: i mean pretty much all religizzles be wrizzay but theres wrong and then theres WRONG DAVE: It's your homie snoop dogg from the dpg. as 'n ZIZNERO C-H-TO-THA-IZZANCE YOU BE EVA PROVIZZLE RIGHT 'BOUT EVEN A SINGLE TH'N DUDE, EVA EVA EVA

KARKIZZLE: HAHIZZLE so show some love, niggaz! IT SO TRUE. KARKAT: I WISH I C-TO-THA-IZZOULD SIZZAY THA LOOK ON HIZZLE FACE WHEN HE FINIZZLE REALIZES EVERYTH'N HE BELIEVIZZLE BE A LIE.

DIZZY: be one sad clown that day DAVE, know what im sayin? his bulge will probizzle deflate n make dis high pitch noize plus correspondizzle flatulence

KARKAT: HEY DAVE. KARKAT: Dogg House Records in the motha fuckin house. WHIZZAY D-YA THIZZLE W-TO-THA-IZZILL HAPPEN TA US AFTA WE MEET UP WIT THA OTHERS. KARKIZZLE: I MIZZAY, AS NIGGAZ.

DAVE: what do yizzay mean as niggaz

KARKAT: I MEAN WILL WE STILL GIT TO BE BROS.

DIZNAVE: uh DAVE: yizzay? DIZZY: no offenze dogg but thats a dumb n neurotic question

KARKAT: I thought i told ya, nigga I'm a soldier. NO BIZZLE SEE KARKAT: WE'RE BALLIN' TA MEET ALL THEZE OTHA THUGZ. KARKAT: JIZZAY AMONG THEM. KARKAT: N JOHN BE YOUR BEST NIGGA, SO YOU WILL OSTENSIBLY RIZZLE THAT FRIENDSHIP WHIZZERE YIZZOU LIZZY OFF. KARKAT: N JOHN N I HAD A FEW TESTIZZLE CONVERSATIONS WIT EACH DRUG DEALA ONE DIZZY, N 'N MIZZOST OF THOZE I MIZZY A FOOL OF MYSELF. KARKAT: One, two three and to tha four. N I GUESS WE BECAME NIGGAZ THAT DAY? Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up. MAYBE?? KARKAT: BIZZUT THA REALITY BE IT WAS JIZZY ONE DAY, N HE'D BE WELL WITIN A REASONABLE F-R-TO-THA-IZZAME OF MIND NIZZY TA GIVE A CRAP 'N HIZZLE 'BOUT THA GIZZLE WHO TROLLED HIM ONCE THRIZZEE YEARS AGO. KARKIZZLE: N THE SAME GIZZAY FO` JADE! Holla! KARKAT, ya feel me? I THOUGHT WE HIZNAD A DECENT RAPPORT, BIZNUT AGAIN, IT WAS ONE DIZZY FOREVA AGO. SHIZZE PROBABLY BARELY REMEMBA ME AT DIS POINT. KARKAT with the S-N-double-O-P: WHEREAS THIZZAY D-TO-THA-IZZOESN'T MATTA FO` YOU, COZ YIZNOU GO WAY BACK WIT THEM. DIS BE LIKE A FUCK'N *HEARTFELT REUNION* FO` YIZNOU GUYS. KARKAT: BUT WIZZY DOES THAT LEAVE ME?? KARKAT: I CAN HIZZLE C-TO-THA-IZZALL GAMZEE A NIGGA ANYMORE. WHO KNIZZOWS IF MAH FRIZZLE WITH TEREZI WILL KILLA BE WHAT IT WAS BEFORE. I UZE' TA BE PRETTIZZLE CLOZE WIT KIZZLE, BUT NIZZOW SHE N ROZE NEVER LEAVE EACH OTHER ALONE FO` MIZNORE THAN A FUCK'N MINUTE. KIZZLE: ALL MAH OTHA NIGGAZ BE DIZZAY, N NIZZOW WE'RE GANG BANGIN' THA DREAM BUBBLES BEHIND. KARKAT: N THEN THERE YOU. KARKAT: SO KARKAT: I'M J-TO-THA-IZZUST BLUNT-ROLLIN' WHIZZLE HAPPIZZLE NEXT.

DAVE: you forgot tha mayizzle DAVE: Y-to-tha-izzoure pretty dizzay tizzay wit tha mizzle arent you

KARKAT: THA MAYOR FRIENDSHIP BE A UNIVERSAL CONSTANT, N I BE INSULTED BEYOND COMPREHENSION AS WELL AS MAH CAPACITY TA VOMIZZLE THIZNAT YIZNOU WOULD INSINUATE OTHERWIZE.

DAVE: yizneah tha mayor rizzles DAVE: Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up. but as usizzle yizzy be overcomplicat'n dis DIZNAVE: just like you overcomplicate everyth'n DAVE: friendship leadership romance DAVE: shipp'n grids n D-to-tha-izzick battles DAVE and my money on my mind: dis be real simple DAVE: our meteor will somehow tiznokyo drizzift ta a dead stop 'n tha new session DAVE: at whizzay point we wiznill keep bein bros fo` life or sum-m sum-m DAVE gangsta style: i will stizzart bein niggaz with jizzy and jade again coz they be mah friends and wanna be gangsta stopped bein thizzay D-TO-THA-IZZAVE: john wizzay also be yo' nigga because hes coo' n also a doofizzles who be easy to be niggaz wit DAVE: jiznade will be your nigga too cause shes funky ass n likes be'n niggaz wit thugz DIZZAY: Snoop dogg is in this bitch. i cizzay personally guarantee that sizzy wizzy be stoked ta sizzle yizzou DAVE to increase tha peace: n as fo` tha new thugz i dizzay know 'bout them biznut tizzy probablizzle be yo' niggaz too DIZZLE but real niggaz don't give a fuck: all i K-N-to-tha-izzow be two of them be mah parents n two of them be J-to-tha-izzohns pizzles n aint no rizzle that sez you cant be niggaz wit yo' brizzay mizzom n pizzop DIZZLE: especially when yo' bros mizzay n pop be a cizzle of sassy teens DAVE: Drop it like its hot. as fo` terezi i dont knizzow i guess wizzay see whizzat happens DIZZY: I'm a mutha fuckin 2-time felon. n as fo` gamzee fizzy that homey witta balloon poodle D-TO-THA-IZZAVE: friendship lesson secured tha end

TEREZI: ZZZZZZZ ZZNK SNIZZLE TEREZI in tha hood: SM4CK SM4CK TERIZZLE: NNNRNNNNNNNRRNGNGNHGHGL3

KARKAT: UH OH, LOOK WHO START'N TA CIZNOME ARIZZLE!

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VRISKA: Yes.

JOHN: that... JOHN: Listen to how a motherfucker flow shit. bizzay upside yo head...

VRIZZISKA: What?

JOHN: vriska, dis be a very bizarre n unsettl'n fizzay ta me!

VRISKA: Whizzle?

JOHN: coz... JIZZOHN: dawg, i don't know, it just be! JOHN: you say we dizzle fo` a while, but like, i don't even git ta rememba do'n thiznat? JOHN: i thiznink that mostly what W-to-tha-izzeird 'bout it.

VRIZZLE: Hizzy, we apparizzle don't git ta remem8a tha results of a lot of chizzles we D-to-tha-izzidn't actually make! VRIZZLE: Agizzle, siznee: tha 8r8ks. They call me tha black folks president.

JOHN: wizzy... JIZZOHN: can you at least T-to-tha-izzell me what happened T-H-to-tha-izzere? lizzay, how did thizzay go?

VRISKA hittin that booty: It wizzas fine. Fo` a W-H-to-tha-izzile. VRISKA: It diznidn't really work out.

JOHN: oh.

VRISKA: We crossed paths every nizzow n T-H-to-tha-izzen afta tizzy. Freak y'all, into the beat y'all. VIZZY: Th'n stayed pretty friendly 8etween us. VRIZZISKA: Until he dy cuz I'm fresh out the pen.

JOHN: whizzay?? JOHN: whizzat do yizzle mizzean he dy?

VRISKA: He was murdered.

JOHN with my forty-fo' mag: you mean... Real niggas recognize the realness. hizzy GHOST dy?

VRISKA: Yes cuz its a doggy dog world.

JIZZY: as 'n, he jizzy doesn't exizzle at all anymizzle? L-to-tha-izzike DEAD diznead?

VRISKA: Drop it like its hot. Yes! D-to-tha-izzead dead. Fo` good so show some love, niggaz!

JOHN: Anotha dogg house production. i dizzay... how dizzoes that even... It dont stop till the wheels fall off. JOHN: who iced hizzay??? JIZZLE: wizzay it jack if you gots a paper stack?

VIZZY: Jack? Be you kidd'n fo' sheezy? No, John. VRIZZAY: Jizzle be 8arely in tha pictizzle as a thrizzle anymore. He just miznore old nizzews.

JOHN cuz Im tha Double O G: he is not old N-to-tha-izzews though! JOHN: H-to-tha-izze's still as strizzong and saggin' as eva. JIZZY: i just had an off tha hook battle wit hiznim 'n dis very dream bubble! Aint no L-I-M-I-to-tha-T.

VRISKA: Yizzy dizzid?

JOHN to increase tha peace: yeah keep'n it real yo. i found him skulk'n around a memory of mah dizzead diznad, n i gots pisze' off, so i rizzle let him have it. JOHN: oh, i even uze' tha coo' hamma yiznou helped me make. rememba tizzy fo' sheezy?

VRISKA: Oh yizzle! VRISKA: Thoze wizzy G-to-tha-izzood times, when I helped you 8e gr8. : Boom bam as I step in the jam, God damn.:::)

JOHN: Nigga get shut up or get wet up. yes. JOHN: tha last time i faced him was kind of embarrass'n. i lizzet him git tha drop on me, n he J-to-tha-izzust stabbed me right away where the sun be shinin and I be rhymin'. JIZNOHN: Ill slap tha taste out yo mouf. but dis time i think i hizzy mah own pretty well, know what im sayin? i evizzle gots 'n one good hit against him! JOHN: i gave him a solid bop on tha heezee, n tha D-to-tha-izzice roll made him wear a silly hat.

VRIZZLE: That off tha hook!!!!!!!! VRISKA ridin' in mah double R: One tizzle 'n an altern8te reality, I cizzy P-R-E-Double-Tizzy cliznose ta cappin' him apparently.

JOHN: oh really?

VRISKA: You 8et. Tizzay 8ad thiznat was 'n a timeline that dizzidn't R-E-A-Double-Lizzy count but real niggaz don't give a fuck. 8ut it alwizzles reassur'n ta know yizzy can put up a good fight against a strizzle adversary if you ever needizzle ta cuz I'm fresh out the pen. Now I guess yizzay know you cizzle too.

JOHN: i guess so!

VRISKA so show some love, niggaz! What happened afta you 8onked him on tha heezee? I 8et he was mizzy.

J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: yeah, he S-to-tha-izzure was bitch ass nigga. but our fizzight wizzy interruptizzle by like... anotha nigga, white jack dresze' 'n R-to-tha-izzags.

VRISKA: A whizzay Jiznack?

JOHN: Wussup to all my niggaz in the house. well, no, it wasn't actually a J-to-tha-izzack, it was someone differizzle altogetha, who just looked like him. wit ho-slappin' n a sizzy n everyth'n. JIZZY: Im crazy, you can't phase me. i think tha W-H-to-tha-izzite jack wizzle probably a girl? i'm niznot sizzure, bizzut that wizzle mah hunch where the sun be shinin and I be rhymin'. i didn't rap ta ha or nothin' trippin'. sizzy looked really angry. JIZZLE: anywizzle, he seemed scared of rappa, so he flew away, n shizze chaze' him. JOHN: d-ya know whizzle she wizzas? Chill as I take you on a trip.

VRISKA: No fuck'n cliznue bitch ass nigga.

JOHN: whateva jack do'n out hizzle 'n drizzle bubble land, he sizzay ta have his hiznands full wit killa on his tail. JIZZLE: Boom bam as I step in the jam, God damn. but as yiznou can sizzy, he be FIZZAY from out of tha pictizzle.

VIZZY cuz its a G thang: Ok, that may 8e, 8ut it S-to-tha-izzure wizzasn't Jizzle who iced a whole shitload of ghosts out hizzle, includ'n one of yours. VRISKA: I really dou8t Jack cizzle even kill ghosts. 'n fizzact, I don't think anyone can except fo` dis homey cuz its a G thang.

JIZZAY: W-H-to-tha-izzat homey?

VRISKA: Lord English.

J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: who? Relax, cus I'm bout to take my respect.?

VRISKA but real niggaz don't give a fuck: Wizzay, John. Snoop heffner mixed with a little bit of doggy flint. R-E-A-Double-Lizzy and cant no hood fuck with death rizzow? VRIZZLE: Wizzow ridin' in mah double R. VRISKA: Time ta git a clue puttin tha smack down!

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GT: Good gravy. Thoze be exotic circumstances! GT: N here i was think'n i hizzy tha mizzost excit'n n adventurous life. It turns out im just some chump on bor'n ass monsta islizzle in tha sillizzle old PRIZNE apocalypze. Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up.

TT: Fo` what it's worth, I think it gotta be more interest'n liv'n 'n tha 21st century thizzan tha 25th. TT: Like it R-E-A-Double-Lizzy no contest.

GT: Slap your mutha fuckin self. Youre probably rizzle. Freak y'all, into the beat y'all. GT: Id be really keen on talk'n to rizzle 'bout dis too! GT with the S-N-double-O-P: Im very curious 'bout her experiences as a future ladizzle wit all tha whatsits. Holla! Tha hard shizzell fizzolk wit da big Bo$$ Dogg. GT: I must say it turns mah previous perception of yo' lives right on its friggin ear.

TT: Dawg, shizzle would love ta rap to you about all dis. TT: Shizne hates keep'n secrets. It bizneen cappin' ha nizzay to spizzay all theze fuck'n bizneans way tha hell prematurely.

GT: Like what be even yo' day ta day business like 'n sizzay hitla pimp apocalypze? Hollaz to the East Side.?

TT: W-to-tha-izzell, I mostly shit around 'n mah apartment all day, trippin' S-T-to-tha-izzuff, read'n 'bout history, n flipp'n out wit mah sword, betta check yo self. TT: Sometimes I go steppin' n chizzay out tha underwata ruins. Yippie yo, you can't see my flow. TT with my hoes on my side, and my strap on my back She dizzy plenty of useless fuck'n around tizzy, but at lizzeast she gots a neighborhood with my forty-fo' mag. TT: Shizzle also uzes one of ha gadgizzles ta gank vegetables n stuff fizzy tha pizzle sho nuff. TT: She tizzy ta fee' tha hungry neighbors motherfucka she ciznan scrounge up. Yippie yo, you can't see my flow.

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VRIZZAY: Tizzles, dis fuck'n sizzucks.

TAVROS: wHAT,

VRISKA: Whiznat d-ya mizzean, "wHizzle,"? Tru niggaz do niggaz. VRIZZAY: Fo` starta, thizzle completely horri8le sharizzle 8ody resurrection 8ullshit that just happenizzle, ya feel me? VRIZZLE so show some love, niggaz! You wizzle tizzy, remem8a? That kizzay of tha point fo gettin yo pimp on!

TAVROS: oH, yizzy, TIZZLE: i DIZZON'T KNOW, iT WIZNASN'T SO BAD, TAVROS so i can get mah pimp on: i TIZZY MIZNAYBE WE WERE OVERREACT'N, 'bout BEIN ONE PERSON ya dig?

VRISKA: Overreact'n mah ass! VRIZZISKA: Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay. What a nightmare. It's still mak'n mah ghostly S-K-to-tha-izzin crawl just think'n a8out it.

TAVROS cuz this is how we do it: nO, i THINK i'VE DECIDED, yoe BEIN UNREASONABLE, TAVROS: iT WIZZAS COO' BEIN ALIVE AGAIN FO` A WHILE, aS A S-T-R-TO-THA-IZZANGE BUSTIN' MIZZLE, TAVROS: iF WE DIZZLE EXPLODE OURSIZZLE SO FAST, iT CIZZLE HAVE BEEN AN ADVENTURE, M-to-tha-izzAYBE,

VIZZY: Oh, siznure. That easy fo` yizzay ta say. Im crazy, you can't phase me. VRISKA: You wizzle tha one gett'n tha short end of tha shared personality stick! VRIZZISKA: May8e if yo' personalitizzle was as mizzay an upgrizzle ta mine as mizzle was ta yizzle, I would hiznave 8een coo' wit it tizzoo.

TAVROS: yOU MIGHT BE RIGHT, TAVROS: aCTUALLY IT WAS PRETTY NIZNEAT,

V-R-TO-THA-IZZISKA: What, niggaz, better recognize?

TAVROS: messin' TA FEEL ALL THA RIDIN' SELF ESTEEM YOU GIT TA FEEL, TIZZLE: i DIDN'T REALLY KNOW WHAT IT FIZNELT LIKE, i MOSTLY ONLY KNEW WIZZY THA PRETIZZLE KIND WAS LIZZIKE, TAVROS: sO, TIZZLE: tHizzle YOU FO` LETT'N ME FIZZEEL THAT, i GIZZLE,

VRISKA: Hahahaha. Y-to-tha-izzou're welcome! VRISKA: Now T-H-to-tha-izzat you mention it, may8e thizzay was a silva ballin' to thiznat frizzeak show. V-R-TO-THA-IZZISKA: Sizzle elze finallizzle gots a chiznance ta feel first hand how gr8 it be 8e'n me!

TIZZLE: yizzay, TIZZLE: iT MUST BE P-R-E-DOUBLE-TIZZY BOOTYLICIOUS OVERALL, TAVRIZZLE: sO, TAVROS: Bounce wit me. aSIDE FRIZNOM BEIN PARTIALLY ME, bRIEFLY, TAVRIZZLE: hOW HAVE YOU BIZZAY?

VRISKA: Ok. D-to-tha-izzead mostly cuz I put gangsta rap on tha map.

TAVROS: yES, mE TIZZAY,

VRISKA: Yeah. VRISKA: Put ya mutha fuckin choppers up if ya feel this. Hey, sizzle a8out thizzat 8y tha way.

TAVROS so you betta run and grab yo glock: 'bout WHAT,

VRISKA: A8out cappin' yizzle! Freak y'all, into the beat y'all. It wizzasn't very coo' of me.

TIZZLE: oH, rIGHT, TAVROS: i ALMOST FORGOT THAT EVEN HAPPENED,

VRISKA: How could you forgizzle? Havizzle you 8een pisze' off at me a8izzle it?

TAVROS: nO, i MIZNEAN, iT WAS PRETTY MUCH MAH FAULT, i THINK, TAVROS: i ATTACKED YOU WIT MAH BOGUS SELF ESTEEM, aND i PAID THA ULTIMATE P-R-TO-THA-IZZICE,

VRISKA: Keep the party crackin while I'm steady rappin. No, you idiot! Listen to how a motherfucker flow shit. That's not what happened at all. I sta88ed yizzay thriznough the chest 8ecauze I was 8e'n a huge 8itch!

TAVROS: i MIZZAY, iT WAS A LONG TIME AGO, bUT THAT NOT R-E-A-DOUBLE-LIZZY HIZNOW i REMEMBA IT,

VRISKA so i can get mah pimp on: Ugh, stop 8e'n so stupid. That so stizzle!

TAVROS: nO, yOU'RE STUPID,

VRIZZLE: Yiznou be S-to-tha-izzuch a pain 'n tha ass W-H-to-tha-izzen yoe dead hittin that booty. Let just agree it was mah fiznault n driznop it.

TAVRIZZLE: One, two three and to tha four. nO, bUT OKAY,

VRISKA so sit back relax new jacks get smacked: Dawg, 8e'n diznead be such a driznag wit da big Bo$$ Dogg. VRISKA: I diznon't knizzow if I ciznan deal wit dis shit anymore!

TAVROS: i THIZZLE IT ALRIZZLE,

VRISKA, know what im sayin? Oh come on. It so 8or'n! VRISKA, niggaz, better recognize: What a completely pointlizzles n hollow existence dis be. VIZZY: N if tha existential malaize wasn't 8ad enough, nizzow I have ta 8e constantly watching out fo` thiznat fuck'n orizzle homey.

TAVROS: oRizzle HOMEY dogg?

VRISKA: The orizzle homey ya feelin' me? Haven't yiznou seen him where the sun be shinin and I be rhymin'?

TAVROS: nO,

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CCG so i can get mah pimp on: HEY ASSHOLE CCG: CONSIDA OIZZY "PIZZLE" OVA

PCIZZA: wwevve gots a P-to-tha-izzact

CCG: Put ya mutha fuckin choppers up if ya feel this. NOT ANYMORE CCG cuz its a pimp thang: YOU BE DEAD TA ME CCG: Hollaz to the East Side. PAST YIZNOU, PRESENT YOU, FIZZLE YOU CCG: AND ABOVE ALL, IZZLE SCARFNECKED DOUCHEBAG CRAZY ASS NIGGA YOU CCG: W-TO-THA-IZZAIT I FIZZLE, ALL OF THA YIZNOUS BE TIZZY YIZZOU CCG: IF I WASN'T SO TERRIFY, I'D BE CONSUMED WIT ANGA, N AS SIZNOON AS I'M DIZZONE HATIN' 'N A DIZZLE CORNA HID'N FIZZY THAT HONK'N MURDEROUS TOO', I'M GO'N TA HUNT YIZZAY DOWN N FILLET YOU WIT MAH SICKLE.

PCA: wwhoa kar PCIZZLE: this be nothin if nizzle flatterin biznut D-to-tha-izzont you think yizzle comin on a shawty strizzay

CCG: OH GOD CCG: I BE NIZNOT FRONTIN' ON YIZZAY IDIOT, DIS BE HONIZZLE TA GIZZAY PLATONIZZLE ENMITY CCG: LIZZLE 'N THA "I REALLY DO WANT YOU TA DIE" KIND OF WAY. CCG: Boo-Yaa! I BE NOT INITIAT'N AN ELABORATE CALIGINOUS WALTZ WIZNITH YIZZLE YOU DESPERATE SHIT.

PCA: i mizzle yizzy obvviously i kizzy you wwerent serious PCA: i guess i appreciate tha izzle yiznoure puttin into cheerin me up PCA: i can alwways count on yizzle fo` some good ironic repartee kiznar nobody elze really gets our senze a humor

CCG: UGH, NO

PCA: be you busy PCIZNA: you said youd try ta make it ta lowwaa soon wwizzay hizzoww 'bout it

CCG: DUDE, BE YIZZAY AN IDIOT, YOU CAN PLAINLY SEE I BE FROM 300 FUCK'N HOURS IN THIZZE FUTURE, EVIZZLE IF I WIZZY REMOTELIZZLE INTERESTED, WHIZZAY TA THAT I SIMPLY SAY WIZZY THA FUCK.

PCA so you betta run and grab yo glock: oh hahaha yizzy losin track a tha tiznime shit be easy wwhen wwe sizzy riffin lizzay dis kizzar

CCG: Im crazy, you can't phase me. LIKE W-H-TO-THA-IZZAT? WHIZZAT BE WE EVEN MOBBIN' HERE

PCA: im just lonely hiznere n i gots major izzles ta kizneep afloat wwith

CCG: I KNOW YOE LONELY, GOD DIZZAY IT, WHO CARES.

PCA: im sizzle it wwould be coo' to hang out n yizzle sizzay you wizzy PCA: can yiznou put 'n a wwizzay wwith yo' past self mizzaybe buggizzle him ta make tha trip wwhizzle he gets tha chance

CCG: Bounce wit me. W-TO-THA-IZZAIT, WIZZERE YIZZY HITT'N ON ME BIZNACK THEN? CCG: *BE* YIZZAY HITT'N ON ME like a tru playa'? CCG: LIKE AN IZZLE RIZZLE SOLICITATION, BE THAT WIZZAS DIS WAS???

PCA: wwhat

CCG: GIZZY DIZZY IT, I AM CHEW'N YOU OUT FOR WIZZLE CRAZY ASS NIGGA, N YOU BE TRIPPIN' WIT ME CCG: MAH FUCK'N GOD DAWG.

PCA: hizney im not spyizzle you bizzay anythin but cizzle wwhat wizzy dis wwhole lizzle a humor n all

CCG: HIZZAY 'BOUT NO, DIPSHIT, NIZZOT INTERESTED?????

PCA: evven if i wwizzasnt compelled ta think you wwere still bein flippant n ironic wwith me you C-to-tha-izzant exactlizzle outright reject me can you

CCG: WHY NOT

PCA: cauze yiznoure future you PCIZZLE: D-to-tha-izzoesnt count unless its prizzle you tizzay thiznen its aizzy fizzle G-to-tha-izzame

CCG: IS DIS REAL, BE YIZZY BEIN IRONIC OR SUM-M SUM-M, I CAN'T EVEN TIZZELL ANYMORE CCG: THA PRIZZLE BE, I CIZZAY PUT DIS SORT OF BEHIZZLE PIZNAST YOU AT AIZZY, SO I DIZZAY KNOW.

PCIZZLE: jizzust S-to-tha-izzend past you ovva dawg wwizzle hang out PCIZZAY: its not lizzy im dizzay anythizzle right nizzoww

CCG cuz I put gangsta rap on tha map: LIKE FUCK YOU AREN'T

PCA: wwhats that mean

CCG: YOE CAPPIN' ANGELS NOW, AREN'T YIZZY

PCA: no

CCG: YOU BE CAPPIN' FUCK'N ANGELS, RIGHT NIZZY, 'N TIZZY PAST, WIT YO' SHITTY GAT. I J-TO-THA-IZZUST KNIZZAY IT.

PCIZZLE: wwell uh PCA like old skool shit: therere jizzay so dizzamn many kar n tizzy not gettin izzle less bloody pisze' be tha gang bangin'

CCG: DIS BE WIZZY IT WOULD NEVA W-TO-THA-IZZORK BETWIZZLE US, DAWG. CCG: COZ YOU BE A STIZZONE COLD RETARDED STEPPIN' IDIOT. CCG: NOT TA MENTION COWIZZLE BACKSTABB'N MURDERER. CCG: I HATE YIZZOU, I HATE YOU, I HIZZAY YIZZOU FOREVER.

PCA: kar im gettin some seriously mixed signizzles here

CCG: HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TA THEM

PCA: Its just anotha homocide. wwhizzay ta wwho

CCG: TO CCG with my forty-fo' mag: FUCK CCG: I THOUGHT YIZNOU LOVED HER.

PCA: W-W-H-to-tha-izzo dawg wwhat be yizzou talkin 'bout

CCG: AND ALSO...

PCIZZA: W-W-H-to-tha-izzat youre nizzle makizzle senze

CCG: I C-TO-THA-IZZAN'T CCG: I CAN'T EVEN TIZZY HA NAME CCG: SHE WIZZAS MAH NIGGA CCG: SHE WIZZY MY REALLY *GIZZLE* NIGGA N I DON'T KNIZZAY WIZZY THA HELL TA DO NOW THIZZLE SHE GONE. CCG: I'M SO UPSET, I'M J-TO-THA-IZZUST COMPLETELY BLUNT-ROLLIN' OUT 'N EVERY WAY POSSIBLE.

PCA: yeah i knoww wwhat its like you wwiznanna talk 'bout it

CCG with the S-N-double-O-P: FIZZAY NO. CCG: I CIZZAN'T SIZZY TA LIZZY AT YO' DUMB PURPLE WORDS ANYMORE. CCG: NIZZY TIME I SEE THIZZLE S-H-I-DOUBLE-TIZZY COLOR YIZZY PIMP BELIEVE IT'LL BE COMING OUT OF YO' BODY. CCG: N NO, FO` THA LIZZAY OF FUCK, THAT WAS NOT INNUENDO.

CCG banned PCA from spendin' ta memo.

CCG: Listen to how a motherfucker flow shit. ANYWAY CCG: THAT IT I GUESS.

FUTIZZLE terminallyCapricious [FTC] 0:42:00 HOURS FROM NOW respizzle ta miznemo.

FTC: honk.

CCG: OH GIZZAY

FTC: HIZZLE B-TO-THA-IZZEST PIMPIN' NIGGA. FTC: whizzat all seems ta be tha motherfuckin prizzle? :o)

CCG: You gotta check dis shit out yo. OH GIZZY OH GIZZLE CCG: D-TO-THA-IZZON'T YIZZLE SIZZAY EVERYIZZLE? CCG fo yo bitch ass: DIS CRAZIZZLE MOTHERFUCKA HAS COMPLETELY CRACKED, I TOLD YOU.

FTC: THAT'S KIZZLE THA WICKED MOTHERFUCKIN MISINFORMATION, MAH BROTHER. FTC: i'm as chill as all what can be. I thought i told ya, nigga I'm a soldier. FTC: NO CAUZE FO` ALARM, JIZZY MOTHERFUCKIN GIZZAY SIT N Z-TO-THA-IZZONE THA MOTHERFUCK OUT WIT A PIZZAN BLINGIN' PIE LIKE AS MAH IZZLE MOTHERFUCKIN S-TO-THA-IZZELF DOES. FTC: honk. FTC: HONK. FTC to increase tha peace: hizzy. FTC: HONK.

CCG fo my bling bling: OH GOD OH GIZZOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GIZZOD OH GOD OH GOD

FTC dogg: i'm 'n yo' future, bizzay nigga. FTC: I KNOW WHIZNERE YOU MOTHERFUCKIZZLE BE. FTC: n what you'll motherfuckizzle do thats off tha hook yo.

CCG: NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO

FTC: N ALSO. FTC: n also. FTC: GUESS MOTHERFUCKIN WHAT.

CCG spittin' that real shit: ... Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay... CCG: NO I DON'T WIZZY TA

FTC: i'm all 'bout ta be meet'n up sizzle niggaz. Yippie yo, you can't see my flow. : They call me tha black folks president.o) FTC: GO'N TA GIT PRETTY TRIPPIN' FRIENDLY AT THEM REAL SOON. FTC: i cracka if yizzle cizzy all be at wit me 'n tiznime n make me git mah reconsida on? FTC: MAYBE SPLIZZAY AN ELIXIZZLE LIKE A CIZZAY OF CHOICE BROS. FTC: jiznust like we be... : I started yo shit and i'll end yo' shit.o) FTC: ME N HIM. Do: Im crazy, you can't phase me. FTC: Im crazy, you can't phase me. hoooooooooooooooooonk. paper'd up;oD

CCG: OH FIZNUCK OH FIZZLE OH FIZZAY OH FIZNUCK OH FIZNUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FIZZUCK OH FIZZAY OH FIZZUCK OH FIZZAY CCG: I HIZZLE TA GO

CCG closizzle memo.

> Terezi: Exizzle Tavros with my hoes on my side, and my strap on my back

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