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Hizzie fic - Forget Me Not

Title: Forget Me Not Relationship: Hope Mikaelson/Lizzie Saltzman Additional Tags: Fluff, kissing, emotional hurt/comfort Chapters: 1/? Words: 2,273

Lizzie's the first person to remember who Hope is, but when she goes to confront Hope about it, they find themselves together in a janitor's closet...

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“Hope. Andrea. Mikaelson.”

Lizzie’s head was spinning with years of memories. Thank goodness she was already in bed. The swaying might have caused her to pass out. Again. She gripped the sheets tightly in her hands.

She could hardly believe the memories that swarmed to her, filling in the pieces to a puzzle she hadn’t realized was incomplete. But most of all she couldn’t believe she’d forgotten Hope Mikaelson of all people.

She knew without a doubt this wasn’t some fictitious memory her broken mind had fabricated. Unlike Sebastian, Hope was real. Other people saw her and had interacted with her. And Lizzie could feel the truth in the memories. The ache in her chest couldn’t be her imagination. Her mind was broken, but it couldn’t make up this level of detail, couldn’t make her feel like this. No, Hope was real and an important part of her life, of all their lives, and everyone else had forgotten.

Even Landon, that little gremlin boy. Oh, Josie was going to be pissed once Lizzie told her what she remembered. Landon would leave her for sure. I mean, who wouldn’t want to date Hope Mikaelson?

That girl was Little Miss Perfect, and everyone seemed to be drawn to her. Even Lizzie, though she pushed those thoughts to the back of her head. She had wanted to be her friend, but thanks to Josie, she’d believed Hope hated her.

The more she thought about it, the more she realized she shouldn’t tell anyone. Especially not Josie. She remembered how Josie had reacted the last time she thought Lizzie was moving in on her crush. The catalyst that ignited Lizzie’s misplaced hatred for Hope. Who knows what she’d do now, especially with how edgy she’d been lately...

No, Lizzie had to keep this to herself. At least for a little while. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t have a little fun with it.

—

The door swung open, hitting the walls with a loud bang, as Lizzie stormed through the halls of Mystic Falls High. She was wearing her “don’t mess me with me” black heels so that she towered over everyone, and her lavender dress—her power color—showed she meant business. People leaped out of her way, as they should, recognizing that she was a woman on a mission.

Hope was at the end of the hallway, leaning against a locker. She had a pastel pink shirt on, tucked into those mom jeans she wore way too much. The girl she was talking to was a stunning brunette wearing a cheerleading uniform.

Hope twirled her hair in her signature flirt move. Lizzie stopped short. Had Hope moved on already?

That stupid little princess. So she never cared that much about Landon in the first place. Gosh, he might be a thrift store hobbit, but even he didn’t deserve this. Lizzie would put an end to this, right now.

She slid between Hope and the other girl, putting on her warmest smile. “Hi, we met by that tree last night. Remember me? Lizzie Saltzman.” She held out her hand.

Hope shook it, smiling. “Of course I remember.”

“Oh, you’re the principal’s daughter,” the cheerleader said, beaming. She held out her hand. “I’m Maya Fell.”

“Uh, huh.” Lizzie looked at her hand, then flicked her gaze back to Hope, turning on the charm. “So this is a little embarrassing, but I was wondering if I could get your help with something. You’re so talented with things that are a little strange and unusual.”

That caught Hope’s attention. She leaned in close, her eyes wide with concern. “Strange and unusual. What happened?”

Lizzie glanced over at Maya, watching a flicker of nervousness cross her face. “Not that strange really,” she said. “I’ve just had this annoying song stuck in my head and thought you could help.”

Maya laughed. “Oh, girl, that’s a good one.” She looked genuinely impressed, like Lizzie had delivered the pick up line of the century.

Lizzie found it pretty amusing that Maya thought she flirting with Hope. She’d only been trying to let Hope know she wanted to talk about the demon that was stuck in her head last night. “Thanks.” She flashed Maya a polite smile, fighting back the urge to glare. Cheerleaders were so annoying.

“I’m going to leave you two alone,” Maya said gleefully. “You kids have fun.”

Lizzie rolled her eyes, a sigh escaping her lips. “Glad that one was easy to get rid of,” she muttered.

Hope grabbed her arm and dragged her into a storage closet next to the lockers. Lizzie nearly stepped on a mop in the corner. Shelves of toilet paper, soap refills, and paper towels surrounded them on three sides.

Oh crap. Had Lizzie put on a little too much charm?

“What the—”

Hope put a hand over her mouth. She stepped back slowly until they were at the back of the closet. Her eyes were on the door behind Lizzie. Oh, God. Was someone following them? Lizzie’s heart thumped in her chest, so loud she was sure Hope could hear it.

“Okay, I think it’s safe now,” Hope said at last, removing her hand. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay,” Lizzie said. And it was. If they were in danger, she’d rather not give them away with her fat gob. The first thing out of her mouth would have been her yelling what the hell are you doing? ...which definitely would have attracted attention.

“So, the demon,” Hope said, suddenly all business. “Did it leave residual traces? Are you getting memories? Flashbacks?”

Lizzie swallowed. How did she know? She lifted her chin and crossed her arms. “You could say that.”

“What did you see?” Hope stepped towards her. Her eyes were bright with curiosity, but there was something gentle to the way she moved. Lizzie realized she was ready to comfort her at a moment’s notice if the memories were unpleasant.

Touched, Lizzie began explaining the memories that came to her, how she remembered everything in flashes, but now she could fit all the pieces together. She’d been planning to mess with Hope a bit more first, but she couldn’t stop the memories from spilling out. She’d needed to tell someone.

“Oh, thank God.” Hope’s arms were around her before she’d even finished explaining.

Lizzie froze. She’d been about to reprimand Hope for not telling anyone who she was, but now she could see how broken Hope was. She was crying, a sad smile on her face, and clinging to Lizzie like her life depended on it.

“We can probably find a way to get the others to remember,” Lizzie said, hoping that would comfort her. “I mean, I got my memories back, so—”

“No.” Hope shook her head, wiping at her tears. “It’s okay. It’s enough that you remember.”

“Who else knows?”

“Just Alaric. I didn’t mean to tell him, but he recognized that we’d fought together before. I didn’t have anyone, so I ended up telling him everything.”

Lizzie nodded. Her dad was a good person to rely on. She was glad Hope had him. She couldn’t imagine what it would be like to be in a world where no one remembered her. Thoughts of the genie came back to her, making her shiver.

In that world where no one knew Hope, she’d been a killing machine.

“Are you okay, Lizzie?” Hope asked, touching her hand.

“What? I’m fine.” Lizzie snatched her hand away, then regretted it once she saw Hope’s disappointed expression. She tucked her hair behind her ear. “You’re the one I should be asking. How are you?”

Hope shrugged, her eyes downcast. “I’m holding up pretty well, all things considered. Maya and her brother Ethan have been good friends to me so far.”

“Why don’t you come back to the Salvatore school?”

Hope’s expression flickered between regret and misery. “Maybe eventually, but right now it would be too painful.”

“Landon’s a dickwad.” Lizzie lifted her hands at Hope’s expression. “What? It’s true. Forgetting you is no excuse for moving on so quickly.”

Hope smiled, her eyes sparkling. “You do say the most peculiar things sometimes.”

“Um, when did you turn into a fortune cookie? You’re being weird.” Lizzie fiddled with the tassels on her sleeves.

Hope giggled. “You don’t hide your embarrassment very well.”

Lizzie scoffed, royally offended. “I’m not embarrassed. What? I’m not. It’s just been a while since we’ve talked, and I forgot how weird you can be.”

“Who’s Sebastian?”

Lizzie was caught off guard by the question. “How do you know about that?”

“Something you mentioned at the tree. You said ‘Sebastian isn’t real.’ Tell me about it.”

“Why would I do that?”

Hope shrugged, pursing her lips, her brow arched in that annoying look she always gave Lizzie. “Because you need to talk to someone about it, and I doubt Josie has been giving you much attention since she started dating Landon.”

Lizzie laughed, grimacing. “Well, you’ve got that right. She always disappears off the face of the earth when she gets in a relationship.”

Hope was still wearing that pleading look. So open and honest, like she really wanted to hear what Lizzie had to say. No way could she resist that…

“Ugh, fine. He’s just this guy I saw at the Old Mill, and then we went on a date and Milton recorded us. Except it was just me. So my crazy brain conjured a perfect, sexy boyfriend for me because I’m just so Goddamn lonely. It’s pathetic, I know. You don’t have to rub it in.”

“I wouldn’t,” Hope said. “Are you sure he isn’t real? Just because you’re the only one who can see him doesn’t mean he came from your imagination. Magic works in mysterious ways.”

“Even if he is real, I’m over it.” Lizzie crossed her arms. “I should know better anyways. Broody bad boys are so last year.”

Hope chuckled. “Agreed.”

Voices sounded outside the door, and a figure paused in front of the door. They could see the silhouette through the clouded glass.

“Oh, no, it’s Ethan,” Hope said.

“Ethan. I thought you said you were friends.”

“We are. He just wants a little more than friendship. Hey, would you do me a favor?”

Lizzie rolled her eyes. “Fine, I’ll—”

Hope wrapped an arm around Lizzie’s neck and pressed her lips against hers. Lizzie noted the fact Hope was on her tiptoes before her own eyes fluttered shut. Hope threaded her fingers through Lizzie’s hair and ran a hand down Lizzie’s back. Lizzie practically melted at the touch.

It took her a moment to realize this was the favor. She thought for sure Hope would ask her to flirt with Ethan…

This… was a surprise.

Warmth spread through Lizzie’s skin. Her fingers tingled as she traced them along Hope’s waist. Her skin was so soft and smooth. And warm. Oh, God, she was warm. A gasp escaped her lips. Hope was kissing her neck now, trailing kisses down towards Lizzie’s cleavage.

Oh, yes. Lizzie tightened her grip on Hope’s waist and pulled her closer to her. She reached for Hope’s head and brought her back up to her lips again, craving those soft but fierce kisses.

The door creaked open. “Hope?”

Hope pulled away all too quick, and Lizzie struggled to catch her breath and pull herself together. She smoothed out her dress before looking over to the door. She recognized the boy from the football game against Mystic Falls. His arm was in a sling. That must be Ethan. But he wasn’t alone. Her dad stood next to him, his mouth agape.

“Dad, I—” Lizzie glanced over at Hope, expecting her to have an explanation already prepared. She had asked for the favor after all.

But Hope seemed just as shocked as she was. “Principal Saltzman. Ah, we were just…”

Alaric held up his hand. “It’s okay, girls. You’re not in trouble. Hope, since it’s the first time, I can just give you a warning. Janitor’s closets are not for making out.”

“Right,” Hope said, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

She gave Lizzie an apologetic glance before announcing she was heading to the library to work on homework. Ethan went with her, and Lizzie tried to ignore the prickle of jealousy that flared beneath her skin.

Alaric crossed his arms, brows raised. “Lizzie, I thought you were, I mean, how do you even know Hope?”

“We met last night when that oni demon was in me or whatever. I guess you could say we had a connection. She feels...familiar.”

“Ah,” Alaric said, an understanding look crossing his face. “Well, that’s okay then. You know I’m fine with whoever you want to date.”

“Oh, we’re not dating,” Lizzie said quickly. The words left an odd taste in her mouth.

“Right. Hooking up. Yeah, it’s fine. Just, you know, no janitor closets.”

Lizzie nodded, giving her best awkward smile. “Thanks, Dad. I’ll keep that in mind. And maybe next time we’ll try the principal’s office.” She ran off before her dad could say anything else. Her cheeks hurt from smiling so much. The look on her dad’s face was priceless.

Once she got outside, reality caught up to her. Lizzie had just made out with Hope Mikaelson, and Lizzie had enjoyed it. What alternate reality was this? She looked around in the bushes to see if the genie was hiding out there, but of course there was nothing.

“Hey,” Maya said, coming up to her. “You didn’t tell me you were Hope’s girlfriend.”

Hope’s girlfriend. She quite liked the sound of that.

“I’m not.” Lizzie smirked. “Not yet anyways.”

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gizoogletranslateshomestuck · 5 years

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DIZZY: um anyway DAVE: as yizzou can see ive bizzeen mackin' probably way too mizzay tiznime wit trolls

JOHN: You'se a flea and I'm the big dogg. ha ha.

DIZZAY: it meszes wit yizzou DAVE: gets yizzy thinkizzle 'bout... stuff DAVE: yizzy know?

J-TO-THA-IZZOHN fo yo bitch ass: i ciznan imagine. JOHN ya feelin' me? i thizzle life was a lot mizzy bor'n on tha sizzy. JOHN: Wussup to all my niggaz in the house. bizzay we talked 'bout y-aw a lot dogg! JOHN: we would always wonda hizzle you n roze were managizzle ta git along wit all thoze crazy trolls. JOHN: i thizzle mostly we pictured a lot of arguments. Put ya mutha fuckin choppers up if ya feel this.

DAVE: thats not tizzle far off

JIZZAY: i'm still gett'n uze' ta hav'n such insane, limitlizzles powers that let me go anywhere i want... JOHN ta help you tap dat ass: it tempt'n to go ta tizzay periods like yours and fizzind out whiznat i misze' ya dig? JIZZOHN so you betta run and grab yo glock: but i don't wiznant ta mess wit too much anymizzle, since it seems like i gots tha time lizzay ta a funky ass stizzay place as it be. J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: so i guess i just hizzy ta do what any regulizzle homey dizzy, n imizzle fondlizzle what it wizzy be L-to-tha-izzike if i gots ta trizzle wit you G-to-tha-izzuys. JIZZY: i wonda if i would have gizzle like... absorbed 'n trizzle culture tizzle? or troll W-to-tha-izzays of pimpin'.

DIZZAVE: Relax, cus I'm bout to take my respect. its really inevitable DIZZAVE thats off tha hook yo: yiznou pick up tha lingo tizzy pick up yours DIZNAVE sho nuff: its like a stupid cultural melange afta a whizzle thizzat barely makes anizzle senze from eitha frame of refizzle

JOHN: i poser if i W-to-tha-izzould hizzy learned ta understand black romizzle? Drop it like its hot. JOHN: it S-to-tha-izzuch a goofy idea, but it sizzay pretty important ta trolls in tha mutha fuckin club.

DIZNAVE: they tizzake all they quadrants P-R-E-Double-Tizzy seriously tbh

JIZZAY: yeah upside yo head. JIZZOHN like a tru playa': years ago whiznen we first mizzay tha trolls, i rememba bein pretty fascinated by all our cultural differences, whizzay karkat n vriska were mobbin' me 'bout tizzy fo all my homies in the pen. JIZZY droppin hits: i rememba reallizzle sincerely try'n ta understand it all friznom they point of vizzy! it hizzle though cuz its a doggy dog world. JIZZOHN: Relax, cus I'm bout to take my respect. i still T-H-to-tha-izzink 'bout tha idea of black romance sometimes, n try ta imagine how that really works... or "feels"... i dizzon't K-N-to-tha-izzow. JOHN: d-ya understand it?

DIZZAY: yeah ive spent enizzle time talkin 'bout it whizzere i think i "git it" but DIZZAVE: ive neva had cauze or anizzle rizzeal inclination ta put it into practice or nothin' trippin'

JOHN: mainly the idizzle of sippin' somebody, n translat'n thizzat into attractizzle, or some kind of romancey rhymin' so show some love, niggaz! it feels so alizzle ta me with my forty-fo' mag. JOHN: n yoe R-to-tha-izzight, i have a reallizzle hizzay tiznime even hat'n anyone 'n tha first pliznace!

DAVE: word

J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: i mizzy, i git ANNOYED by thugz, sure now motherfuckers lemme here ya say hoe.

DIZZY: lizzle whizzay DAVE now pass the glock: me?

J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: no, niznot really. Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up. JIZZY: wizzay, sometimes, but nizzle mizzle. i always tended ta exaggerate mah grievances wit yizzle, fo` tha sake of lizzay. Put ya mutha fuckin choppers up if ya feel this.

DAVE: hizzle

JIZZAY: a betta exizzle be, more recentlizzle, whizzle i was do'n mah retcon missizzle... Freak y'all, into the beat y'all. JOHN: i was gett'n RIZZLE annoyed wit terezi n ha mind games.

DAVE: Aint no stoppin' this shit nigga. yuuup

JOHN so you betta run and grab yo glock: it definizzle neva crosze' tha L-to-tha-izzine ta "hizzle" though, coz we were work'n together ta try n fizzix a dire sitizzle, n even though she weird n insane, she otherwize a pretty gizzy nigga. J-TO-THA-IZZOHN but real niggaz don't give a fuck: but all her needl'n and japes at totally inappropriate times, when there wizzas so mizzuch on tha line... JIZNOHN: argh, it was SO FRUSTRATING.

KARKAT: EGBERT, I HAVE NEWS FO` YOU.

DIZZY so show some love, niggaz! whoa hes B-to-tha-izzack! DAVE: all right side up n everyth'n

KARKIZZLE: I HIZZY YOU WERE TALK'N 'BOUT QUADRIZZLE, SO I DECIDIZZLE TA PAUZE MAH TANTRUM. KARKAT: JOHN, ALL YOE DO'N HERE BE DESCRIB'N THA SUBTLE FEEL'N WHICH PLANT THA SEE' FO` HAV'N A CALIGINOUS CRUSH ON SOMEONE.

JOHN with my forty-fo' mag: whizzat??

KARKAT: YIZZOU HIZZY ME. KIZZLE like a motha fucka: YOU BE NAIVELY STEPPIN' TA STRUGGL'N WIT SOME BLACK FEELIZZLE FO` TEREZI. KARKAT: SO, THIZZERE YIZNOU GO. QUESTION ANSWERED. KARKAT: T-TO-THA-IZZURNS OUT YOU ARE PERFECTLY CAPABLE OF BLIZZLE ROMANCE.

JIZNOHN: n... no! Subscribe nigga, get yo issue.

KARKAT: A FIZZY REBUTTAL. HOWEVA, CONSIDA DIS COUNTERPOINT: Holla! KARKAT: Y... YES???

JIZZAY: but i dizzay HIZZY ha, n i'm sizzle i neva will in tha mutha fuckin club! JOHN: i'm jizzle cruisin' i find ha, lizzy, somizzle annoy'n, n REALLY aggravat'n a lot of tha T-to-tha-izzime, but that it!

KARKAT: Death row 187 4 life. BUT THAT EXACTLIZZLE WHIZZLE THA FEEL'N BE! KARKAT: I'm a mutha fuckin 2-time felon. IT DOESN'T START OUT AS FULL BLOWN ANTIPATHY, N IT RARELY EVEN REACHES SIZZLE AN EXTREME LEVEL OF HOSTILITY EVEN SHOT CALLA LONG TIZZLE BLACK RELATIONSHIPS. KARKAT: THERE BE PIZZY TA IT, BUT OTHERWIZE A GENERAL EBB N FLIZZLE TA THA DARK FEEL'N, JUST LIKE WIT FLUSHED RELATIONSHIPS.

J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: ok, but... JOHN: i don't knizzay if i'm express'n myself clearlizzle. JOHN: i fizzle aggravated by killa a lizzle, but thizzay dizzay fully describe... JOHN, chill yo: L-to-tha-izzike, there wizzay thoze "negative" weed-smokin', bizzay also... JOHN: bizzay...

KARKAT: Holla! YEAH, TIZZY IT, RIGHT THERE!!! KIZZLE: Subscribe nigga, get yo issue. THA "BIZZAY" BE ALWIZZLE P-TO-THA-IZZART OF IT. KARKAT: WHIZNAT YOE *TRY'N* TA SAY BE, YOU HIZZAD FRUSTRATED, NEGATIVE EMOTIONS TOWARD HER, BIZZY THEY DON'T COMPREHENSIVELY ACCOUNT FO` YO' ATTITIZZLE TOWARD HER. KARKAT: MEAN'N, THIZZERE BE SIZZY WEED-SMOKIN' 'BOUT HA YOU ACTUALLIZZLE LIZZAY, BUT THA NEGATIVE FEEL'N MAKE IT HARD FO` YOU TA PUT YO' PIMP ON THEM, OR EVEN WIZZANT TA ACKNOWLEDGE THEM. KARKIZZLE: THAT BE ABSOLIZZLE STANDARD. WHAT GIZZLE WIZZY IT BE TRIPPIN' A KISMESIS WHO DIDN'T POSSESS QUALITIES YIZZOU ACTUALLY ADMIRED ON SOME LIZZLE where the sun be shinin and I be rhymin'? KARKAT: Im a bad boy wit a lotta hos. THAT WIZNOULD BE MACKIN', N IT WIZZOULDN'T EVIZZLE WORK. THERE'D BE NO TIZZLE, NO PUSH N PULL 'N THA TURBULENT EMOTIZZLE LANDSCAPE. THA SUBTLE POSITIVES ADD FUEL TA THA NEGATIVE FEEL'N, OFTEN GIV'N THEM A REASIZZLE TA EXIST AT ALL. THEY INFLAME THIZZAY AGGRAVAT'N FACTORS, REMIND'N YIZZAY DEEP D-TO-THA-IZZOWN HOW MIZZLE YOU WIZZY LIZZIKE N ADMIRE DIS PERSON IF IT WASN'T FO` ALL THIZZAY CHILLIN' FLIZZAWS, N THA INCRIZZLE SENZE OF FRUSTRATION THIZZAT CAUZES ALIZZLE WIT ALL THE ASSOCIZZLE HOT-HEEZEEED FEELINGS, THAT'S THA ESSENCE OF BLACK ROMANCE. KARKAT: N THA POSITIVE QUALITIES YIZZLE SEE DEEP DIZZY 'N A KISMESIS ALSO SERVE AS THA BASIS FO` RED FEEL'N TOWIZZLE THAT PERSON, ASSUM'N THA RELATIONSHIP EVA STIZZARTS TA VACILLATE. KARKAT: IT ALL PRETTIZZLE STRAIGHTFORWARD, REALLY.

JOHN: no droppin hits... dis is mesze' up!

DIZZAY: i dunno jizzay it all siznounds pretty logical ta me DIZZAY: karkat knows his shit when it comes ta qizzles

JOHN: argh! Aint no stoppin' this shit nigga. JIZZOHN: it can't be triznue thizzay... JOHN: it fizzy so fucked up! JOHN: what if yoe right though... erg! Ill slap tha taste out yo mouf. no bitch ass nigga... JOHN: no, no, no, no...

KARKAT fo' sho': THAT PART OF IT TIZZOO! KARKAT, chill yo: THA "NO NO NO" BE ALL PIZZLE OF THA FEELING. THAT'S HOW IT *ALWAYS* GOES. KARKAT: DIS SENZE OF SELF INCRIMINATION WHIZZEN IT DAWN'N ON YIZZAY THIZNAT YOU HAVE THEZE CONFLICT'N FEEL'N TOWARD SOMEONE WHIZNO BUGS YIZNOU SO MUCH. KARKAT in tha mutha fuckin club: OH MAH GOD, DIS WHOLE REACTION IS SO FUCK'N TEXTBOOK. IT HILARIOUS, REALLY.

JIZZY: it fizzle up T-H-to-tha-izzough!!!

KARKAT: IT SUPPOZE' TA FEEL FUCKED UP!

JOHN: aw, dawg. ta help you tap dat ass:( JOHN: i just wizzle ta have a funky ass catch-up chizzat, not gizzy so transparently owned at the trollmizzles fo' real.

DAVE so bow down to the bow wow! it happens to tha B-to-tha-izzest of us sooner or wanna be gangsta DAVE: dis crap is kind of old hizzat ta me by nizzy bizzut i git why yiznoure kinda freckl'n at tha implicatizzles here DAVE: yizzy didnt have years of livizzle W-to-tha-izzith trolls ta kinda normalize dis stuff

JOHN: i don't thizzle i want it ta feel normalize' though! Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your motherfuckin' dome. JOHN: i'm not ready to... JOHN: like, admizzle that... i hiznave S-to-tha-izzome warped spade criznush on ha, baze' on... JOHN: some feel'n i dizzay understand n makes no senze ta me! JOHN: oh god... what if it trizzle?? JOHN: i have ta try as hard as i cizzy ta suppress dis feel'n n mizzy sure i neva think 'bout it agizzle!

DIZZAVE: ok sounds like a weenizzle th'n ta do but sure hizzave fun wit that

J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: fizzy. Put ya mutha fuckin choppers up if ya feel this. JOHN: yizzeah, probizzle. JIZZAY: just... JOHN: pleaze don't tizzay ha abizzle anizzle of dis, ok guys?

KARKAT: J-TO-THA-IZZOHN, YOU DON'T HAVE TA REMIND US 'BOUT ONE OF THA MOST FUNDAMENTAL STATUTES OF THA BRO CODE, WHIZZLE BE PRACTIZZLE FUCKIZZLE SCRIPTURE ON MY PLANET, DAT'N BACK HUNDREDS OF MILLENIA. KARKAT: DAVE AND I FUCK'N SLIZZAY N BREATHE THA BRO CODE N ALL OF ITS CLAUSES, NO MATTA HIZZOW FIZNINE THA PRINT. KIZZLE: They call me tha black folks president. FIZZAY FREE TA C-TO-THA-IZZOME N RAP TA US 'BOUT DIS ANY TIME. YO' SECRETS WILL ALWAYS BE SAFE.

D-TO-THA-IZZAVE: Aint no killin' everybodys chillin'. dude that sentiment be W-to-tha-izzell n good but DAVE: whizzle youre pledg'n a vizzy of secrizzle mizzaybe you should try ta keep it diznown a shawty

KARKAT puttin tha smack down: DAMN. YEAH. KARKAT: SORRY.

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