GG: Hey.
GG: Hello?
GG: Yo?
GG: That's... not a thing I say.
GG: KARKAT. >:B
GG: Oh... like beep beep meow!
GG: You probably get that a lot.
GG: Whatever! I guess I'll just call you.
CG: YOU DON'T NEED TO DO THAT.
GG: Why?
CG: REASONS.
CG: ALSO, WHAT IN THE FUCK.
CG: IT'S 4 IN THE MORNING.
CG: AND NORMALLY I WOULD BE ALL THE FUCK ABOUT A GOOD NIGHT TIME CONVERSATION ABOUT WHATEVER THE FUCK HAPPENS TO BE FLEETING ACROSS YOUR INSIPID FUCKING THINK PAN.
CG: BE IT SOME MISERABLE CRIME SHOW OR MEDIOCRE SITCOM.
CG: I AM ALWAYS DOWN TO TALK ABOUT A COLUMBO'S GAMBIT.
CG: BUT QUITE FUCKING FRANKLY.
CG: I'M EXHAUSTED.
GG: Hello to you, automotive feline leader.
CG: HI.
GG: Sorry.
GG: It's kind of an emergency?
GG: There's a dead troll in my bed.
CG: OH.
CG: ...
CG: OH GOD.
CG: OH FUCK.
CG: ...WHO IS IT.
GG: Tavrrrrrrros?
GG: Is that how you spell it? That's the noise he made.
CG: TAVROS, RIGHT.
CG: HOLY SHIT JANE.
GG: Alsooo he's not dead anymore.
GG: I kind of lost my marbles for a moment and brought him back to life.
CG: OH MY GOD.
CG: WHERE IS HE?
GG: He's at my place. In my bed.
GG: He said something about being involved in something, and needing to get back fast.
CG: OF FUCKING COURSE HE DID.
CG: WITH HIS LUCK HE'S PROBABLY GONE AND ENTANGLED HIMSELF IN HER HEINOUS WEBS YET AGAIN.
CG: MAKE SURE HE DOESN'T GO ANYWHERE.
GG: I'll have GCat watch the door.