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[Karkat, after disappearing and reappearing, is for formality's sake being reprocessed through the labs just in case his memories have been stolen again. The staff tries to go through the script and repeatedly remind him that even if he remembers Sirocco, he might not recall everything and may be disoriented. He's been repeatedly telling them to shut up and leave him alone while being jostled around.

They knew this was coming. The pressure cooker just sprung a leak. He can be heard from the apartments easily.]

OH MY FUCKING GOD GET AWAY FROM ME YOU PRIMITIVE SHITSPONGED PSEUDOSCIENTIST NOOKSNIFFING RETARDS!

I fucking know! Anemoi! Jobs! Monsters! Apartments! My name is Karkat Vantas and I'm a troll from Alternia and I had several terrible friends and was an apalling failure! My symbol means "freak of nature who should be skewered full of arrows and burned alive for being awful garbage" and my lusus loved dead things that smelled like shit! My wriggling day is the twelfth bilunar perigee of the sixth dark season's equinox! I have an extensive collection of dumb romantic comedies on my grub drive! I remember all the pointless bullshit I rememered while I was in this dump and I remember all the new and inane memories I made with the amnesiac chump asshole brigade who lives here!

[He tears a calendar off the wall and begins kind of crumpling it up a little just for effect.]

How long was I even gone, anyway?!? Should I have aged or something? Was I in stasis? I can't fucking make sense of your bizarre so-called "human earth calendars!" What even is a "month?" Like four solar sweeps? Wonderful! The more time I missed in these zany human-infested behemoth leaving-grounds the less I can claim to have witnessed of the shittiest gathering of wiggler-fucking morons in probably all universes ever!

NOW WHERE'S MY FUCKING ROOM KEY?!?

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Of course not. You being a moron was a starting condition here. The dead thing is new.

Oh come on. Name one instance when I was being a moron.

You once plastd explicit footage of a bunch of totally justified couldn't-be-helped puke all over the network for no reason.

Yeah, but you're the one who puked all over my bathroom in the first place. I think on the scale of being a moron, you're way higher than me.

Do humans only vomit for pleasure or something? You know what, scratch that question. Knowing what I know about your species I'm almost positive the answer is yes. See, generally we trolls do it involuntarily! But yes, okay. An emergency of bodily functions says so much more about my character than thinking it's appropriate to broadcast said emergency publically does about yours.

Thinking about it, I don't care that you died after all.

[He does. Also, you're a dick for that.]

Okay, let me rephrase. The moron part comes from refusing to help clean up your own gross alien mess--or at least not vomiting in the sink or something so I could just rinse it out.

Is cleaning a concept you guys have?

You didn't deserve my help. Also I think I passed out not long after that. I've repressed the whole event so it's kind of fuzzy.

No you didn't! You just started screaming about me trying to clean up your vomit with a mop or something.

Would you shut the fuck up? I'm trying not to remember!

So you guys do hate cleaning! No wonder.

Repressing! Repressing!

Repress, goddamn you... fuck!

Look, we don't hate cleaning. We just don't have some kind of grotesque fetish for it.

What, like I do? No self-respecting person would actually enjoy cleaning.

Don't start with me. You just wasted a lot of perfectly good repression on my part just to be an asshole.

Why am I an asshole, exactly? I hope it's not for the same reason I'm a moron, because that would just be dumb.