Vriska: Hey, dead Vantas, get a move-on. Lord English isn’t going to kill himself. [scoffs/chuckles] But that would save us a lot of trouble…
Kankri: You shouldn’t speak that way about suicide.
Vriska: Oh please, it was a joke.
Kankri: Well, I don’t find it funny. In fact, I think it’s a blatant disregard to the seriousness of life’s value.
Vriska: Oh, and killing Lord English isn’t?
Kankri: Actually, I’ve been meaning to lecture you on that very matter. Your-
Vriska: Yeah, yeah, my “barbaric bloodhunt” whatever. [poorly imitating Kankri] “Blatant disregard to the seriousness of life’s value,” I mean, are you hearing youself? We’re killing the murderer of a fuck load of planets! That’s like, one life for a billion. Wouldn’t you say the ends justify the means here?
Kankri: Punishing a murderer with death makes you a murderer yourself. An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth leaves everybody blind and toothless. Your actions are amoral. And English’s life isn’t the only one at risk here. Sending all of these ghosts to their double-deaths against their will is-
Vriska: Does it look like I care?
Kankri: [a bit astonished] I’m only… suggesting that you consider the moral weight of your actions [pauses] and perhaps admit that I’m right in my disapproval.
Vriska: [cocky] Oh. You want me to admit that you’re right? Hm… I don’t think so. [pushing the envelope] In fact, I’d go so far as to say you are wrong, and that I don’t give a fuck about your opinion.
Kankri: [horrified silence]
Vriska: What’s the matter? [slightly flirtatious] You look like you want to tackle me.
Kankri: [finding his voice] And I just might…
Vriska: [chuckles] Does my curtness bother you? Well, get used to it. Because, no matter how much you protest, it isn’t going to help.
Kankri: But-
Vriska: I don’t care.
Kankri: [like he’s about to explode] Then… may I speak to you *in private?*
Vriska: Alright. [commanding] Poopmaster Nitram, we’ll be in my captain’s quarters. [a little more flirtatiously, but suspicious; she isn’t sure about Kankri’s intentions yet] See to it that we are not disturbed.
[the two of them walking, door closing]
Kankri: [seething] You inconsiderate, repulsive, lecherous [stumbling over his words] dare I say it, you… bitch! [pulls Vriska into a kiss, much to her surprise] You heartless bitch.
Vriska: [a little stunned] Wow, this isn’t like you, Vantas. Who would’ve thought mister diplomacy had it in him?
Kankri: It isn’t in my nature, but… You drive me up a wall with your insensitivity and bloodlust. It’s absolutely disgusting yet… yet I’ve never been more aroused.
Vriska: [sultry] Believe me, I can’t fucking stand you either. [kisses him back and chuckles] Whistle-blowing wimp.
Kankri: [irked] Are we just going to stand here, slandering each other, or make use of the human recoopracoon mat?
Vriska: [teasing] Don’t I need the keys to your chastity belt?
Kankri: Very funny. My celibacy pledge is the last thing on my mind right now. All I can think about is how much I detest you.
Vriska: Then what are we waiting for? [they make out some more and stumble over to the bed, bumping into things roughly along the way. They land on the bed with a thud]
[making out for a while, rustling around on the bed; Kankri eventually pulls away and the bed creaks]
Kankri: Now. [finding his reasonable side] I realize my larger build puts me in the greater position and leaves you at risk of harm, so-
Vriska: [short laugh] Um, do you even know who you’re dealing with? You’re the one who’s going to end up hurt. Need a safe word, blabbermouth?
Kankri: [irritated] All superiority complexes aside, a safe word would be a wise move, to avoid likely injury.
Vriska: Alright. Then let’s make it “trigger.”
Kankri: “Trigger” is an offensive term, as it has a bit of a negative connota-