Occupation excerpt

"Dave, we will talk later. You are not allowed to talk. Remember?"

Strider's posture communicated that he was not done talking, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he made a gesture with his hands where one finger was extended on each hand. It prompted Lalonde to roll her eyes and say something sharp in Human to him. Then he went back to standing at attention, for all the worlds a perfect soldier.

 

Aliens, Karkat decided once more, were fucking bugnuts. 

I miss writing for these lunatics.