Dropping Acid For Lesbian Shippers

Karkat starred at the mess. He admitted privately to himself that this wasn't the first time he had gazed upon a large gaping hole, but Terezi wasn't here this time, and it was in the floor.
"I AM STRUGGLING, LEGITIMATELY STRUGGLING, TO FIGURE OUT WHAT FEMININE BULLSHIT LED TO THIS SERIES OF EVENTS IN WHICH THE FLOOR HAS NOW FIGURATIVELY AND SOMEWHAT LITERALY BEEN TORN A NEW ASSHOLE. SO, WHO WANTS TO START?"
"Well, uh. I think Kanaya wants to go first, right Kanaya."
"Are you throwing me under the grub transport?"
"JUST TALK. THE SOONER YOU TALK THE SOONER I CAN GO GET A MOP AND MY GLOVES."
"I believe Rose had ran out of the grist required to make her liquid soporifics, so she wished to go further, as she said in her own words that do not implicate me in the crime."
"KANAYA."
"Okay, so, she said she wanted to 'drop acid' with me, which I assumed was a human custom, and I had a jug of acid stashed away. So I-"
"HOLD ON, YOU HAD A JAR OF ACID?"
"A jug of acid."
"WHY?"
"...I honestly cannot remember why."
"AND YOU THOUGHT THAT BY DROPPING ACID, SHE MEANT THAT SHE WANTED YOU TO DROP A JUG OF ACID ON THE GROUND."
"I did."
"WHICH YOU DID, IN FACT, AS I CAN PLAINLY FUCKING SEE, DROP ON THE GROUND."
"I did."
"AND YOU DIDN'T THINK TO WARN ANYONE ABOUT THIS?"
"I clearly yelled out "Oh No I Have Dropped The Acid" while dropping it."