[He slaps his hands to his face. It sounds like it hurts a little. He talks beyond the hands plastered over part of his mouth.]
How is it that so many fucking of you ridiculous fornicating fuckwads knows what a tro-
[Hold that thought. Sollux leans off to one side to neatly throw up. He really should not be yelling like this with a migrane; he knows from experience, it just makes it worse.]