[And there's a loud and sudden explosion, and Spidermom's head falls off with the clean, wet shrk of a guillotine.
Karkat is there, the smouldering wreckage of his husktop before him. There's no way to tell, but with that certainty of dreams, it's clear he just ran the ~ath program Sollux had written.
He dusts himself off and glares at Vriska.]
You dumb fuck. That's what you get for playing games for girls.