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Dude, seriously? Out of all the low-hanging fruit you could have cracked open here, the time frame's what you're deciding to question.
[no matter how many times he either bats at it or tries to scoot away, the arm of a coat keeps swinging back and gently slapping Dave in the face. also, he has no idea what the actual answer is, if there is one. nor does he know what the party is for. they're good at this.]
Anyway, it's 'cause seven and heaven rhyme, obviously.
Uh. Eleven is right fucking there. I don't see how seven was chosen over it, it's not a superior number. In fact, eleven would be, considering it's higher.
[ this is the hill that he has decided to die on, apparently. karkat is too stuck on the naming scheme for this dumb as shit party game to be focused on why they were even shoved in here. ]
What? It's only one extra fucking syllable, Strider. It only adds an extra second to saying it.
[ he gestures aggressively at that, although he just ends up smacking a coat. ]
You know what? Seven's an overrated number. There. I said it. It has too much hype around it when it's just sort of there, simply existing in the numerical sphere.
Yeah, that’s exactly my fucking point. You don’t screw around with that sorta shit when it’s already working fine - it’d be like changing it to “droppin’ it like it’s hot” and expecting everyone to not notice what a stone cold jackass you are.
[did you learn nothing from three years of Dave’s nerdy rapping, Karkat!!]
And since when did you start holding grudges against numbers?
[ there's a pause that is very clearly karkat trying to test out the flow of "droppin' it like it's hot" while not wanting to give dave the satisfaction of saying it out loud. ]
Since right now. I would have started this crusade fucking sweeps ago if I had been introduced to this inane game sooner. As soon as we're out of here, I'm making picket signs, Strider.
[ nO!!!! he refuses. he refuses to intensely that he just
smacks one of the coats, so that it swings slightly and hits dave in the face. well, it's more like it lightly touches his face, but it's still a jacket that probably has gross lint on it from being shoved into a closet for god knows how long. ]
Then I hope you are ready to start picking out some furniture and matching new curtains for your new home.
You're overreacting, dude, you were barely even in the line of fire.
[because there's no problem with being slightly in the line of fire, apparently?? disgusting.]
And you're just deflecting from the point I've been making the whole time we've been sitting here. Which is the fact that I'm still completely fucking right.
[ what were they talking about before karkat's life ended with spit. he isn't entirely sure anymore, but what he does remember is that dave is definitely not right. over whatever it is. ]
Fuck off, now you're trying to deflect. I have been winning every aspect of this conversation and you cannot handle that.
[Dave ... honestly isn’t that great at remembering the points he makes, either. but, no, you know what? he is a thousand percent sure that he is right here, and he is just going to have to sneeze his arguments right back in Karkat’s face.]
[in triplicate.]
Okay, look. Completely fucking idiotic party game or not, it has to have some kind of threshold for stupid naming conventions. Like a line you can’t cross.
[this ... doesn’t really sound much like his original argument.]
Eleven Minutes in Heaven? That’s the line, right there. I’m pointing it out. It’s stupid.
Is it? Is it? I am not sure what is with your goddamn vendetta against the number eleven. It has a good amount of syllables. Did eleven break into your house and piss on all of your gaudy suits, Dave? Is that the problem here? You hold a grudge because of some sort of past transgression?
[ it's fine, karkat still doesn't remember what his original point was, but he will die on this hill regardless. he's already picked out a spot to hold the corpse party. ]
[Dave "spouts whatever tangentially relevant bullshit that might help win an argument" Strider.]
Ocean's 11 was a stupid movie. Snoop didn't live to make his eleventh album the first go around — that's a technicality since he didn't get to release his tenth, either, but I guarantee you he had the rhymes ready. What the fuck is anyone supposed to do with eleven pipers? Didn't Betty Crocker have some sort of thing for eleven?
And not only did eleven leave a twin trail of urine all over my best suits, but it also tried to barge in and ruin a dumb makeout party game.
[ before this conversation began, the number eleven did not rank highly in things important in karkat's life. it was, you know, just there?? it existed? one day he will be eleven sweeps old and when that day comes, maybe it'll finally be relevant.
except no, now there is absolutely nothing that matters more to him than proving dave wrong. ]
You were just too simple-minded to understand the nuances that went into creating Ocean's 11. That film broke fucking boundaries, and it was robbed of the small golden man known as the Earth Oscar. Perhaps, if it had been given the recognition it deserved, Snoop would have been motivated to put out his quote unquote sick beats at a faster rate and you would have gotten your album.
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[no matter how many times he either bats at it or tries to scoot away, the arm of a coat keeps swinging back and gently slapping Dave in the face. also, he has no idea what the actual answer is, if there is one. nor does he know what the party is for. they're good at this.]
Anyway, it's 'cause seven and heaven rhyme, obviously.
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[ this is the hill that he has decided to die on, apparently. karkat is too stuck on the naming scheme for this dumb as shit party game to be focused on why they were even shoved in here. ]
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[two corpses on a hill, then.]
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[ he gestures aggressively at that, although he just ends up smacking a coat. ]
You know what? Seven's an overrated number. There. I said it. It has too much hype around it when it's just sort of there, simply existing in the numerical sphere.
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[did you learn nothing from three years of Dave’s nerdy rapping, Karkat!!]
And since when did you start holding grudges against numbers?
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Since right now. I would have started this crusade fucking sweeps ago if I had been introduced to this inane game sooner. As soon as we're out of here, I'm making picket signs, Strider.
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Hold on. Say it out loud.
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[ okay, no, he knows exactly what the "what" is. ]
No. Let's go back to the number discussion.
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[do it, coward! sound it out. count the syllables. marvel at how completely right he is.]
["droppin' it like it's hot." just like that.]
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smacks one of the coats, so that it swings slightly and hits dave in the face. well, it's more like it lightly touches his face, but it's still a jacket that probably has gross lint on it from being shoved into a closet for god knows how long. ]
Then I hope you are ready to start picking out some furniture and matching new curtains for your new home.
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Don't go thinking you're not stuck on the lease with me here, dude. You better —
[Dave suddenly scrunches his face up, very plainly trying to hold in a sneeze.]
[it doesn't work.]
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Holy fuck! Your nare excretion just went into my fucking mouth! Didn't Egbert ever teach you any manners?
[ he coughs, as if this is the most disgusting thing to ever happen to him in his life. ]
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[this is probably the most romantic fucking thing that has ever happened to either of them.]
[Dave sniffles mightily, pressing the back of his hand to his mouth. you know, the thing he should have done two seconds ago when he was sneezing.]
The hell makes you think John's got better manners?
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He just has that kind of face. That roundish, pink face that just says he knows not to send specks of fluid into someone's unassuming speech hole.
[ karkat pokes at his own tongue, as if he can somehow find the offending snot. ]
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[because there's no problem with being slightly in the line of fire, apparently?? disgusting.]
And you're just deflecting from the point I've been making the whole time we've been sitting here. Which is the fact that I'm still completely fucking right.
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[ what were they talking about before karkat's life ended with spit. he isn't entirely sure anymore, but what he does remember is that dave is definitely not right. over whatever it is. ]
Fuck off, now you're trying to deflect. I have been winning every aspect of this conversation and you cannot handle that.
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[in triplicate.]
Okay, look. Completely fucking idiotic party game or not, it has to have some kind of threshold for stupid naming conventions. Like a line you can’t cross.
[this ... doesn’t really sound much like his original argument.]
Eleven Minutes in Heaven? That’s the line, right there. I’m pointing it out. It’s stupid.
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[ it's fine, karkat still doesn't remember what his original point was, but he will die on this hill regardless. he's already picked out a spot to hold the corpse party. ]
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[Dave "spouts whatever tangentially relevant bullshit that might help win an argument" Strider.]
Ocean's 11 was a stupid movie. Snoop didn't live to make his eleventh album the first go around — that's a technicality since he didn't get to release his tenth, either, but I guarantee you he had the rhymes ready. What the fuck is anyone supposed to do with eleven pipers? Didn't Betty Crocker have some sort of thing for eleven?
And not only did eleven leave a twin trail of urine all over my best suits, but it also tried to barge in and ruin a dumb makeout party game.
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except no, now there is absolutely nothing that matters more to him than proving dave wrong. ]
You were just too simple-minded to understand the nuances that went into creating Ocean's 11. That film broke fucking boundaries, and it was robbed of the small golden man known as the Earth Oscar. Perhaps, if it had been given the recognition it deserved, Snoop would have been motivated to put out his quote unquote sick beats at a faster rate and you would have gotten your album.
[ he has never seen ocean's 11 ]