[Eridan might be cured of space sickness, but that doesn't mean he exactly looks the part. Since his life hasn't been in danger, he's had some time to do the proper amount of wallowing in his pile, lamenting his life choices, his place in the universe, and also the fact that there are blood stains on the collar of his jumpsuit to match the ones on his tattered scarf. Which he's now wearing, practically up over his mouth. He looks kind of like the kid who sits in the back and complains of dying from allergies or something.]

I guess I should fuckin' thank all'a the people wwho wwent dowwn into that insane fuckin' maze shit for helpin' those'a us out wwho actually needed help. [Which totally wasn't him, okay, seriously.] So, thanks or wwhatevver.

But I'vve got more important things to be talkin' about. Firstly, [SIGNIFICANT ADJUSTMENT OF HIS GLASSES] the jump is comin' up soon an' that means that you could die in a painful an' significantly unglamorous wway. To keep from doin' that, you should look to be around the gravv couches about an hour or twwo before the jump actually happens. It'll givve you time to get your shit in order an' put some towwels out in front'a your couch so you don't havve to stumble around naked. Seriously, fuckin' do that. Nobody wwants to see you naked, or in your underwwear, or wwhatevver you decide to do. It's not hard. It's a towwel. You can put it right nearby an' savve yourself your fuckin' dignity.

Secondly, did... anybody die from the sickness or the maze or wwhatevver? It's an important question an' I dunno if anyone's already asked it, I'vve been recovverin' from my owwn terrible illnesses for a wwhile an' I don't havve time to just wwatch you creepily from my room. Unlike some people. [Dirk.]

An' thirdly, uh. I wwas kinda not in a good wway wwhen this last came up, but for fuck's sake, if you see one'a us trolls wwalkin' around - or typin' around, since that's apparently still an issue - givve us some fuckin' courtesy an' don't hassle us. Wwe got better things to do than explain to evvery single person on this ship that wwe're fuckin' aliens, an' yes the horns are real, an' no, wwe're not gonna cull evvery single one'a you for bein' fuckin' dumb as shit. That shit goes double for people wwho actually get that wwe use different quirks wwhen wwe type an' knoww wwe're aliens an' shit. [SHERLOCK.]

[He looks like he's about done - then he suddenly ducks his head and pushes his glasses up his nose again.] Uh, also. If anyone knowws a good wway to get blood outta sheets, that'd be pretty fuckin' useful here. I tried wwashin' them, but that didn't really... do much. [Looking disgruntled as fuck, he quickly switches off the feed to save from any more embarrassing admissions.]