[An eyebrow shoots up at "That's what I was trying to tell you," but that, uh. Wait. Wait, fuck, what did he just—goddammit, that's completely different.

He makes a frustrated sound that very much wants to be a growl but falls so short of the mark that it might as well have been rocketing backward out the ass of an explosively diarrhetic musclebeast, which is obviously the ideal imagery to have in mind when Dave rubs their cartilage nubs together. Fuck everything, he wants a refund.]

You are the douchiest excuse for a sentient life form I have ever had the misfortune to meet and I regret creating the universe that spawned you.

[... and again, he's about as effectively grouchy as as a half-asleep Shinx. Not that he's referencing any Shinx in particular. That would be stupid, perhaps even stupider than Dave's face.

(The fact that he's returning the headbutt is also completely inconsequential.)]

You're still learning and you're already an incredible moirail, Dave. You give back plenty. Fuck, I'm not sure how the hell I—I mean, if I ever do manage to fill my other quadrants...

[Y e a h, maybe he should just. Leave that thought alone. Forever.

He sighs.]

If I'd thought you were going to be like—like Gamzee, then I wouldn't have started this.