Night Club Dialectical Journal

As the night progressed it was becoming harder and harder to find his targets; a cerulean ruffiannihilator sneaking secrets to the rebellion and all the thinkpanless asses affiliated with him. The club was filled with patrons from all three races all in human form grinding on each other like the desperate nookstains the they were. At least the DJ was good. He had caught the human's eye during a song change and the smile the DJ gave him made Karkat rethink the classification of 'human'. Karkat couldn't see his eyes, who wears black aviators at night: assholes that's who, but he'd bet his last boombuck that a was a dersite . Karkat glared back, blunt fangs bared in mouth. Not interested. The DJ still smiling put his eyes back on his turntables

No one had heard or cared that trolls were dieing beneath their feet. He ran into no one on his way out. The dance floor was still just as loud and sexual. The only problem occurred when left the bar.
"Karkat!" A return node just had to drop her here, right behind him, after he’d just culled three members of the rebellion. A rebellion she was probably horns deep in. He turned to her, she wasn't wearing that shit eating grin of her nor any emotion at all. No, Terezi Pyrope was giving him the blankest face he'd every seen. Then suddenly she's back to grinning "Hello Karles, what brings you here?" She crackled.
"I should ask you the same thing Terezi."
Her smile lost something Karkat couldn't name. "I asked you first Karkat." Then she gasped "Could it be, Karkat, that you’re doing Condy's dirty work."
Karkat narrowed his eyes. " Not this again Terezi.”
"I don't know you're talking about Karles. I'm just saying that the Threshecutioners are as dirty as dirt noodles.”
"At least I still have my aspirations Ms.Legislacerator" That was not as scathing as it sounded in his

“Give it here wigger!” The two charged at once, dumb fucks, Karkat leaped over them. One collided with the wall, the other hit the office door. The sound the highblood made from inside was terrifying and Karkat could hear him approaching the door. Now was the perfect time to run and he did. Karkat reach his respiteblock, panting. He leaned on the door, realizing that if the highblood dint kill or hospitalize those bugle-muchers, he'd be stuck in his block for the next few nights. Which was OK, he should have enough grubloaf in his small meal vault to last him and if he didn’t that was OK too, Karkat was used to skipping a meal or two or six. Tonight, however, he wasn't planning to skip any meals. He entered his block, locking the door behind him,intend on food. The block was dark as usually, the only light coming from the husk top on his desk. He had a message and when he saw the bright green text, Karkat debated