[He took Sollux's words into consideration, absently working the bony noodles he called legs into something of a pretzel shape and finding a home for his index finger inside one of his nostrils. ...Damn, life without claws was sure hell in the booger-fetching department.]

Don't think the dude could motherfuckin' get his ass much very far all even if he was wantin' to fucking do on it.

[He grinned almost fondly, turning back to the camera.]

I ain't all wasn't curious on findin' out too much info to motherfuckin' begin with, but all since I be now understanding the little dude might be gettin' himself in some shady fuckin' predicaments what he all ain't even knowin' on, think it might be all safe to be inquiring on, like...

The motherfuck do I all do with him?