Be the quadrant-obsessed sea dweller lowblood with the two big gashes across your face which you recently acquired during a duel with the Imperious Grand Advisier at the conclusion of which you insisted on taking your budding kismesissitude a little more slowly before absconding in a most impressive and gamblignant-worthy manner in order to reunite with your highblood flushed crush only to discover that she has put you in the moirail zone and by the way you are also carrying a bottle of Moon Mist Faygo.
Okay. You know what? FUCK YOU. Maybe you SHOULD be Terezi. Maybe that is EXACTLY what you need to do!
YOU ARE NOW TEREZI FUCKING PYROPE, BITCH.
YOU GOT A PROBLEM WITH IT?