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Characters: trolls, trolls, trolls!
Location: up on the island
Time: dusk
Style: mingle! post a thread and play amongst yourselves!
Status: ~~inevitably murdering my inbox and making me cry~~

[ Twilight fades into the darkness of evening, and a whole gaggle of trolls are up on the island to camp out for one very big reason.

One big, angry, honking reason.

But general terror of the Grand Highblood aside, they're still fairly functional in-so-much as trolls ever are. And that's where the shenanigans come in. ]

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[Gamzee frowns, his brows furrowing over his eyes in confusion.]

What kinda question is that all being? I guess I don't?

It would betht be called a rhetorical comparithon. [ A pause, this was actually pointless, wasn't it? ] Do not trouble yourthelf, it ith... a complicated conthept.

Can't you just all fuckin' schoolfeed it to a brother without the ten boonbuck wordnoises?

Do you truly want me to try?

Yeah. Come on, this was all seeming like it were an important deal to you. A motherfucker could at least get his fuckin' try on for a good bro.

[ There is a small pause, and then: ]

I am an object, not a troll. Not truly.

[ ...perhaps that was easier than he thought. ]

Don't be fuckin' joking like that, brother. You're a troll.

No longer.

Shit, bro, you can't just stop being a troll. You just don't all see me fuckin' changing into a crab, yeah?

[And he had tried, okay. He had.]

[ Okay, his turn to be baffled. Staring at you right now, Gamzee. ]

Why... a crab?

I figured all turning into a crab could be hella fuckin' cool so I could swim after my ol' goat.

[He shrugs, leaning on his hands then.]

Didn't happen. And neither did all this fuckin' nonsense of you not all being a troll anymore.

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I can guesth that I would have little luck trying to become a crab ath well, but that ith thomewhat different from being property.

[ He regards Gamzee almost curiously. ]

You mutht have met few thlaveth.

Naw, I never really up and fuckin' met nobody.

[Lonely beaches are lonely. And even if he would have been in a more populated area, Alternia's slaves are not on the planet anymore. Oh, he had heard mention sure, but it had been the same kind of standard schoolfeeding bullshit like science and the hemospectrum.]

Besides, that shit ain't right either. Ain't no motherfucker what can just all belong to another motherfucker.

[ He still hasn't gotten the full impression of what the planet was like anymore. The concept seems so strange, but so do all of these children that profess equality. That an indigo was arguing that he had inherent self-worth as a troll was still a surreal sort of concept. ]

And yet it hath tho often been the way of our people. The powerful own what they will.

That isn't right. Just being all like in control of a motherfucker cause you are stronger or got some different swill what your pump all be pushing. We ain't like that anymore.

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