Dave wiped the sweat off his brow, as he watched the red crocodiles swarm about him, in the Land of Heat and Clockwork's Stock Exchange. Business time with Terezi. Any minute now, Terezi would contact him, and explain the next part of the plan. Or at least he thought that's what would happen. He wasn't entirely sure anymore whether he was the Alpha Dave or not; Time-travel was starting to rack his brain in ways he wasn't entirely comfortable with. Instead, he abandoned the logistics of his temporally-spawned selves, focusing instead on the numbers that swirled about on the multiple screens. He somewhat remembered some of the other times he helped himself with cheating the system, and he was, unironically, actually pretty good at it. No matter how much he didn't want to admit it, Math was always something he was very good at it.

Numbers just made sense.

His iShades beeped as pesterchum booted up: he was being trolled. Finally, Terezi decided to show her teal-colored text, and get this show on the road. But, quite unsurprisingly, it wasn't her. It was Tavros.

--- adiosToreador [AT] began trolling turntechGodhead [TG] ---
AT: oKAY, uHH, tHIS TIME FOR SURE, i WILL, bE ABLE TO, sUFFICIENTLY BLOW YOU DOWN, wITH MY SICKNASTY, rHYMES,
AT: aND PROPERLY BURN YOU, wITH MY, sICK FIRES,
TG: not now kid daddy strider is busy
AT: oH, aM i CONTACTING, tHE dAVE THAT SAW HIS, uHH, dEAD BRO,

Dave, at the time simply chewing on his nails while idly listening to the complete failure of a troll, seized up at the mention of his bro. His bro, dead? No, no that's stupid.

And impossible.

Time to teach this weak fool a lesson in rhyme.

TG: listen porkchop i dont know how much attention youre paying to my timeline but i am more than sure you are barking up the wrong tree altogether here
TG: my bro aint dead
TG: my bro wont be dead
TG: end of story
AT: yOUR ODD MANLUSUS, iS STILL HUMAN, dAVE,
AT: aND ALL, uHH, hUMANS DIE,
AT: eVENTUALLY i MEAN,
TG: now dont be sharing with me about a bros mortality
TG: your mentalitys a fallacy concerning eventuality
TG: and the only fatality that i feels an actuality
TG: is the one thats concerning your concept of reality

Dave, through his subtle anger and his passion, felt right. Every rhyme was falling into place, as if he had memorized it off by heart. The rhymes were fresh, the beats were ill, the poser in the other corner was quaking in his boots, he knew it. You can't shake the Strider. You can't beat the turntechGodhead in a rap-off. He is simply the best there is. And he felt the rap come alive.

AT: bUT, uHH, wHEN YOURE FOLLOWING, a LINE,
AT: fROM YOUR BIRTH, tO YOUR DEMISE,
AT: iTS HARD TO THINK, yOUR HISTORY AND MINE,
AT: aRE JUST SOME, tEMPORAL LIES,
AT: oN WHO LIVES, aND WHO, uHH, dIES,
TG: but you see my little bullshitter
TG: my bros no quitter
TG: with his sicknast katana hes causing enemies to quiver
TG: hell run right through your liver
TG: thats a giver
TG: like an old dead rat your corpse is down the fuckin shitter
AT: uHH,
TG: but nah bro relax i can forgive your first mistake
TG: and even after your second i could spare you a retake
TG: but third times the charm and now please give me a break
TG: dont talk about my bro like that or ill throw you in a lake
AT: uHH,
AT: uM,,,,,,,

--- adiosToreador [AT] has ceased trolling turntechGodhead [TG] ---

TG: quitter

Dave adjusted his shades, realizing at that moment why that moment was so memorable. From the different corners of the room, he spied his alternate selves all watching him. Some raised a perplexed eyebrow, while the others nodded approvingly: they knew what was up. Even the consorts had ceased their actions to hear what ill-beats he had to throw down.

Everyone wants a piece of the Godhead.