Dave gets anda a job as a waiter. soon enough, Dave also gets a katana press against your larynx. He was reciting how anda must, yes anda don’t have any other choice, die in order to reach eternal life. “To reach god tier,” as he states.
Now, anda and Dave were best friends. Well, actually, anda would like to believe anda two still were. Many ask you, do anda know about Dave Strider? Of course anda do, who doesn’t?
The tip of the katana pools around your adam’s apple, it’s silent and cold. Not a single whisper would escape the blade as it slice your head onto the debris cover floor, unlike the gun pressing against your thigh. Surely, anda had enough skill to mute a gun. Simply oleh drilling holes into certain vital points in the barrel. Thus making the exiting bullet just underneath the speed of sound, leaving it golden as ever. Though due to your lack of esteem and most all coordination, anda will fuck up. Even with Dave’s help, anda will fuck up. Fucking up means your scrawny pantat, keledai wrist will explode faster than the building anda and your best friend, Dave, is standing.
“Trust me bro, this ain’t death.” Dave reassures. “It’s eternal slumber, babe.”
Dave bayi you, caters to you. Always calling anda with sweet talk lingering off the tip of his tongue, those nicknames,” babe, sweety, honey, cupcake.” Always promising anda the downfall of corporation so anda can get out of that shitty accountant job at your dear nana’s baking empire. anda accept the bittersweet lies knowing, acknowledging that Dave would rather cinta Karkat Vantas.
anda would mock Karkat but right now, Dave is eyeing anda from behind those damn shades. The very shades anda got him.
anda are John’s Infatuation for Dave.
Is this really an infatuation? anda sat around listening to Dave’s rambles anda gave him his first beating and he, he gave anda meaning. atau so it seems.
Dave kept his katana press against your throat and anda can only speak out in vowels without piercing skin. anda admit, the homemade anime sword was in great quality. It doesn’t take much to make a shitty pantat, keledai sword. Gulping hard, anda begin to pan out the process.
Steal some fucking copper from an abandon house and some metal from a car. Whether that car belong to someone atau not, that doesn’t concern you. anda gotta act like those damn luar angkasa trolls if anda wanna climb this mountain. Let’s get to it, anda have the metal, now supply the heat. Painstakingly melt the two together, beat the shit outta it with hammer and soak it in a bath tub filled water cold enough to make your Karkat’s jantung look like a fireplace.
anda know this because Dave knows this.
Nine minutes.
We as humans always kill what we love. Then again, that’s a double edge sword. Pun intended.
Dave leans towards anda and with ease he guides the blade along your throat. anda smell him. The musk mixed with Nitroglycerin but most of all, smuppets. Taken back, anda allow your spine to curve along the back of the chair, trying to avoid Dave as much as anda could. He knows you’re avoiding him, how? Because.
He is Dave Strider.
Eight minutes.
His shades strike a certain lighting where anda could see the smolder glare. Your breath hike and instantly anda were diberikan a new scent, smoke.
41 stories up and 3 down from the roof, anda only imagine the Mischief Committee of Project Scratch escaping the building just as the demolition team would run down the building The English building. Where, if they keep up this pace without single doubt in your mind, they will hit plush rump and sit off this domino.
Just as this place blows, the trolls would linger in the crowd enclosing the area. They gabung with the pointers and the awe’s, all but ignorant to fact that their leader is about to break your jantung and get away with murder.
Seven minutes.
Tomorrow in the newspaper, photo’s would be taken at every angle and then be splash about. Poor Ms.Rose Lalonde’s front cover issue about her latest New York Time best seller would have to put on page two for your story, for your tragedy.
Five minutes.
Karkat would be the only eyewitness, the only reliable sumber to this mishap. Reporters would swarm him asking,” How did anda know Dave Strider?”
“Because I fucked that asshole.”
He replied as he flick off the cameras and storm off to some thrift store and buy another suite of the best man.
Karkat is apart of this strange cinta triangle. anda want Dave, Dave wants Karkat and Karkat wants you.
anda had admit before Dave loses his cool and finally snaps your neck with metal, that the whole point of this operation was not to fuck with the man but Karkat Vantas. This lingkaran circles back this man: the anarchy, the explosion, the excoriation of mind and soul was for this man.
Truthfully, anda don’t want Karkat yet he wants anda while he ignores the fact that Dave wants him. Sure enough, Dave doesn't want you, John. Dave doesn't want anda and wants to get rid of you. Not because he doesn't like you. It has to do with the fact that anda are getting in his way of getting his prize. That prize being Karkat. This sick segi tiga, segitiga has nothing to do with love. This fuck up sex skandal has to do with ownership of property that rightfully belongs to what Dave belives is his.
Without Karkat Vantas, who is Dave Strider?
Four minutes.
You’re wasting time.
“We’ll become legend, don’t anda want that?” He pushes the tip of his boot onto your groin, your needy, greedy groin.
Yes, anda answer, anda want to become a legend. Have your name spread across textbooks of he public education system. anda menelan once more.
Dave, anda croak, dude, don’t you? I’ll make anda into a legend. Unlike those luar angkasa trolls, I’ve been here since the beginning.
I remember everything.
Three minutes.
Now, anda and Dave were best friends. Well, actually, anda would like to believe anda two still were. Many ask you, do anda know about Dave Strider? Of course anda do, who doesn’t?
The tip of the katana pools around your adam’s apple, it’s silent and cold. Not a single whisper would escape the blade as it slice your head onto the debris cover floor, unlike the gun pressing against your thigh. Surely, anda had enough skill to mute a gun. Simply oleh drilling holes into certain vital points in the barrel. Thus making the exiting bullet just underneath the speed of sound, leaving it golden as ever. Though due to your lack of esteem and most all coordination, anda will fuck up. Even with Dave’s help, anda will fuck up. Fucking up means your scrawny pantat, keledai wrist will explode faster than the building anda and your best friend, Dave, is standing.
“Trust me bro, this ain’t death.” Dave reassures. “It’s eternal slumber, babe.”
Dave bayi you, caters to you. Always calling anda with sweet talk lingering off the tip of his tongue, those nicknames,” babe, sweety, honey, cupcake.” Always promising anda the downfall of corporation so anda can get out of that shitty accountant job at your dear nana’s baking empire. anda accept the bittersweet lies knowing, acknowledging that Dave would rather cinta Karkat Vantas.
anda would mock Karkat but right now, Dave is eyeing anda from behind those damn shades. The very shades anda got him.
anda are John’s Infatuation for Dave.
Is this really an infatuation? anda sat around listening to Dave’s rambles anda gave him his first beating and he, he gave anda meaning. atau so it seems.
Dave kept his katana press against your throat and anda can only speak out in vowels without piercing skin. anda admit, the homemade anime sword was in great quality. It doesn’t take much to make a shitty pantat, keledai sword. Gulping hard, anda begin to pan out the process.
Steal some fucking copper from an abandon house and some metal from a car. Whether that car belong to someone atau not, that doesn’t concern you. anda gotta act like those damn luar angkasa trolls if anda wanna climb this mountain. Let’s get to it, anda have the metal, now supply the heat. Painstakingly melt the two together, beat the shit outta it with hammer and soak it in a bath tub filled water cold enough to make your Karkat’s jantung look like a fireplace.
anda know this because Dave knows this.
Nine minutes.
We as humans always kill what we love. Then again, that’s a double edge sword. Pun intended.
Dave leans towards anda and with ease he guides the blade along your throat. anda smell him. The musk mixed with Nitroglycerin but most of all, smuppets. Taken back, anda allow your spine to curve along the back of the chair, trying to avoid Dave as much as anda could. He knows you’re avoiding him, how? Because.
He is Dave Strider.
Eight minutes.
His shades strike a certain lighting where anda could see the smolder glare. Your breath hike and instantly anda were diberikan a new scent, smoke.
41 stories up and 3 down from the roof, anda only imagine the Mischief Committee of Project Scratch escaping the building just as the demolition team would run down the building The English building. Where, if they keep up this pace without single doubt in your mind, they will hit plush rump and sit off this domino.
Just as this place blows, the trolls would linger in the crowd enclosing the area. They gabung with the pointers and the awe’s, all but ignorant to fact that their leader is about to break your jantung and get away with murder.
Seven minutes.
Tomorrow in the newspaper, photo’s would be taken at every angle and then be splash about. Poor Ms.Rose Lalonde’s front cover issue about her latest New York Time best seller would have to put on page two for your story, for your tragedy.
Five minutes.
Karkat would be the only eyewitness, the only reliable sumber to this mishap. Reporters would swarm him asking,” How did anda know Dave Strider?”
“Because I fucked that asshole.”
He replied as he flick off the cameras and storm off to some thrift store and buy another suite of the best man.
Karkat is apart of this strange cinta triangle. anda want Dave, Dave wants Karkat and Karkat wants you.
anda had admit before Dave loses his cool and finally snaps your neck with metal, that the whole point of this operation was not to fuck with the man but Karkat Vantas. This lingkaran circles back this man: the anarchy, the explosion, the excoriation of mind and soul was for this man.
Truthfully, anda don’t want Karkat yet he wants anda while he ignores the fact that Dave wants him. Sure enough, Dave doesn't want you, John. Dave doesn't want anda and wants to get rid of you. Not because he doesn't like you. It has to do with the fact that anda are getting in his way of getting his prize. That prize being Karkat. This sick segi tiga, segitiga has nothing to do with love. This fuck up sex skandal has to do with ownership of property that rightfully belongs to what Dave belives is his.
Without Karkat Vantas, who is Dave Strider?
Four minutes.
You’re wasting time.
“We’ll become legend, don’t anda want that?” He pushes the tip of his boot onto your groin, your needy, greedy groin.
Yes, anda answer, anda want to become a legend. Have your name spread across textbooks of he public education system. anda menelan once more.
Dave, anda croak, dude, don’t you? I’ll make anda into a legend. Unlike those luar angkasa trolls, I’ve been here since the beginning.
I remember everything.
Three minutes.
