iit2 niice when people tell me theyre 2tupiid and know nothiing wiithout telliing me iin tho2e word2.
ii mean fuck.

you mu2t know a lot of happy and content wiith theiir fuckiing lot iin liife people.

heariing 2cream2 of the dead 2ort of get2 gratiing after a whiile and lack of 2leep doe2nt help.

how very de2criiptiive and precii2e.

iim lyiing.
what are you a2kiing what two?

are you lookiing two diie?
who the fuck are you?
al2o WHAT are you, but that one doe2 actually 2eem kiind of rude 2o you dont have two an2wer that one ii gue22?"

"care two explaiin how you got here, or why, or liiterally anythiing?
how diid you get hurt?
why diid you thiink wanderiing iintwo a random re2piiteblock iin a random hiive would bee a good iidea whiile iinjured?

> Oh my glob, not this again. Obviously you're ignoring that because you're not BEING rude, you're being honest. Harshly honest, but honest and not rude and shut the fuck up okay?

"fuckiing obviiou2ly iit2 occupiied.
you thiink re2piiteblock2 ju2t buiild them2elve2?
or that miind bee2 ju2t take care of them2elve2?"

==> Sollux, stop being rude to the poor injured. . .whatever that is.

2o iit take2 2ome fiinagliing two get iit riight.
but beecau2e of you, ii have had plenty of practii2e.

tA: ii make no promii2e2, miind you, beecau2e ii dont know the 2tate of the thiing.

You are too late.

. . .

> You are, however, quite stubborn, and so you march your way over to the reinforced door and slam your balled fists against its surface.

"open the damn door or iill have two try two open iit my damn 2elf, and no one want2 that."

> You are as quick on your feet as you can manage, but it is not nearly quick enough. By the time that you are able to reach the secluded area with the reinforced door, it is just slipping closed behind the other troll. You did not catch a password, nor did you catch if there is some special knock.

> This also happens to be when you notice that they appear to be injured.

==> Sollux, help them maybe?

"hey, are you dead?"

> You are, by now, standing over a being that is most certainly not a troll. But they don't necessarily resemble any lusus you've ever seen either. Naturally, you have no fucking clue who or what this is or why they're in your space. Your bees come over and try to communicate with you in beenary.

"hey, who the fuck are you?
hello?
can you hear me?
ii dont know what youre doiing here but thii2 ii2nt 2omeplace two ju2t lay around.
diid you eat the fuckiing honey—?"

> Against your better wishes, you drag yourself out of the slime and flop onto the floor, blinking away the blissful dreamless sleep, and also the sopor slime. When you can focus your eyes, you notice an unusual lump near your hives.

> While you were actually asleep in your recuperacoon for once, it seems your bees welcomed someone into your respiteblock without your knowledge.

==> Sollux, wake up you fool.