[Teal text appears on the screen, but it is not accompanied by capital letters or numbers.]

I hλve λ problem!
Ψhoever is in chλrge of this tower, I'd lichen it if you could lend λn eλr.
It is λ big problem. I just don't know ΨHλT I'm going to do with this bλd little seed.
You see, this isn't λt λll where I'm supposed to be.
This L-ΣTT-ΣR is λ LI-----Σ! I think it's wreλthsonλble thλt I'm λ little bit UPS---ΣT!

How do I know it is a lie?
Because this isn't what I agreed to.
No, no, not at all.
I was working with plenty of time to spare.
You didn't save me!
Nothing could have saved us.
Except...
Well, you must already know if you've already gone and... interrupted it.

And to be honest, that's making me pretty angry.
Really angry.

I knew exactly what I was doing, and you'd dare to

[The text suddenly cuts off as if the writer has tried to gain a grip on their anger. When it returns, the tone is decidedly more cheerful.]

I hλve no interest in stλying!
So if λnyone could point their fork towλrds the exit, I'd be releλfed. :)

[It then switches to video. A young female troll is shown on the screen. Nothing out of the ordinary for those familiar with her kind.

Except, maybe, for the fact that she looks like she's splattered with a rainbow of paint. Huh. There is a strangely dreamy look on the girl's face, and she gazes at the camera in an unfocused manner, a smear of dark red on her cheek.]

I am Feferi, by the way. I almost forgot my shrubbin' manners!

( translation for text )

It has come to my attention that the greater part of you [humans, he means--] remain completely and inconcevviably ignorant of the fundamentals of troll romance. WWhile this is not all together surprising, considering the lack of reading material pertaining to our culture, are you incapable of making any sort of inferences wwhatsoevver? I didn't think it especially difficult to assume an alien species wwould also havve alien customs, nor is observvation from afar a particularly arduous task.
If you still fail to comprehend my forthcoming explanation of a single aspect of our culture, ask a lowwblood to further elaborate; howwevver grueling that may be.

Matespritship is of the flushed quadrant. I expect this to be the easiest for you to grasp, as it is the most similar to human romance. Howwevver, the concept of 'pity' takes more prevvalence. It is concupiscent.
Moirallegiance resides in the pale quadrant. It typically occurs wwhen twwo trolls devvise something of a pact wwith each other in order to counterbalance their traits. As insinuated, one is the instigator, wwhile the other is the pacifier.

[INSTIGATOR OF... WHAT. sure is being inexplicit here]

Kismissitude, in contrast to matespritship, is a rivvalry; though it is also the other of the reproductivve quadrants. It is considered to be caliginous. This seems to be the most difficult for humans to wwrap their thinkpans heads around, as it lacks a more distinct parallel. Consider it synonymous to havving someone you loathe dearly, though also find attractivve-- the description in itself provving to be a markedly shalloww comparison, but that's a necessity. Generally, as it is a rivvalry, it requires the acceptance of equality.
Thus, I suggest you refrain from ostentatious displays of hatred for another of my species here, lest they get the... wwrong idea.

[hint fucking hint. ahem.]

Auspicitization occurs wwhen a third troll intervvenes wwith the relationship abovve. This is to prevvent one another from outright murdering each other, wwhich wwould obvviously vvoid the possibility of a successful filling. It is also to prevvent unitentional infidelity, as a kismissitude can quickly become destructivve to nonparticipants. Its quadrant is the ashen one.
And this concludes the summarization of a sypnopsis.

As for the lesser of the trolls here: Do go on embarrassing yourselvves wwith your purposeful naivveté; it isn't as if there is an entire exposition of the superficiality of human culture in the form of a library a feww floors awway.

[locked to agoodoffen2e]
Some questions regarding your flawwed reality. I suggest you answwer them.

He looks ridiculous in the white outfit, but he doesn't seem to mind. It's likely he didn't even bother rummaging through that chest in his room, or even if he did, maybe he liked the new look and decided to keep it. All the chairs and tables surrounding him have been pushed back into two large piles (off screen), so it's just him on the floor. Looking content as if nothing had happened.


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"These keys are too MOTHERFUCKING SMALL."

He says, his voice low and raspy at first but then escalating into a shout by the end. The troll (judging by his gray skin and orange horns) remains sitting, now completely silent as he gazes into the camera, his focus on it starting to wane a little.

Ignore. ♥