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Watermelonstuck. Everyone is a watermelon.

Caliborn's attempts to seduce Dave aren't going too well -- it seems trying to tie him up and giving up halfway doesn't help win him round.

John and Dave, with their endless supply of boondollars, have purchased a confused-looking Ericar. Karkat is rather confused by all this.

Zacharie gazes up at the sky, which is rapidly turning into scribbles. He twerks in appreciation offscreen.

The apple juice can be trapped by Dave no longer. It must spread its wings. It must fly. And, despite Dave's protests, it can never return.

Tavros is absolutely TERRIBLE at American football! This has NOTHING TO DO with the fact that Vriska keeps snatching the ball away. NOTHING.

The backdrop is grey, solemn, glum. A downcast Jane, gripped by THE TEENAGE ANGSTS, wishes desperately to be understood. Will she ever be?

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The TARDIS, now a clock, is buzzing. The Tenth and Eleventh Doctors, now 3D glasses and a bowtie respectively, are confused.

A scribble that, if you squint, could potentially be interepreted as John Egbert. I suspect Caliborn's hand in this.

For once, John Egbert is happy to see a cake: this one commemorates him winning the game at last. He's crying tears of joy. Aww.