
LOOK AT THIS BULLSHIT. LOOK AT IT. I CAN'T FATHOM HOW SHE EVEN GOT IT THIS BAD. NOTHING BUT SEVERE DECOMPOSITION COULD HAVE GOTTEN THE ABLUTION BLOCK INTO A STATE OF THIS MUCH GROTTY FUCKING PUTRESCENCE. THIS ABLUTION BLOCK HAS HAD A LONGER DAY THAN *I* HAVE. AND SINCE THE MOMENT I SET FROND IN THIS GRUBFORSAKEN GREEN LABYRINTH, I FEEL LIKE THE DAY THAT *I'VE* HAD HAS YET TO FUCKING CEASE. NOT EVEN THE LAMEST EXCUSE FOR A DAYMARE-INFESTED NAP ON THE LOUNGEPLANK DID ANYTHING TO UNFUCK MY SPONGE AFTER THE LAST GAUNTLET MY SUPERVISOR FROM HELL THREW MY WAY. LIKE I'M LIVING ONE LONG, CONTINUOUS WORK-NIGHT. NO TENS. NO THIRTIES. AND NO LIMIT WITHIN SIGHT OF HOW MANY HOURS CAN BE CONTAINED WITHIN A SINGLE BILUNAR PERIGEE. AS FAR AS I'M AWARE, KARKAT'S LONG DAY AT THE LONG DAY MANSION #KLDATLDM #NOTPUNCHYENOUGH IS AT AN ONGOING THIRTY-TWO HOURS AND COUNTING. AND THAT'S A BALLPARK ESTIMATE, BASED OFF COUNTING THE RINGS UNDER MY FUCKING GANDERBULBS. FUCK ME. I'M GOING TO WRING HER NECK LIKE A TOWEL. SIGH. LET'S GET THIS GRUBLOAF. HTTPS://CDN.IMGCHEST.COM/FILES/FFAC10FCDC1F.PNG





