VRISKA: Honestly, I can 8arely even stand to look at you. I should really get out of here and spare myself the nausea. VRISKA: Yet I keep standing here wasting my time dishing out this well deserved smackdown. May8e I'm paralyzed 8y disgust??????? (VRISKA): Why are you 8eing so mean to me?? VRISKA: Mean? I'm just telling it like it is, sister. VRISKA: The truth is often harsh. That's something you USED to understand. VRISKA: 8ut now you appear to 8e the physical em8odiment of everything I detest. VRISKA: God, I just can't get over your shitty makeover. Ugh!!!!!!!! VRISKA: Hey, did you... VRISKA: Did you GAIN W8, too???????? (VRISKA): What?! (VRISKA): No! (VRISKA): I didn't... I'm not... VRISKA: Yes you did. I'm not 8lind, you know. (VRISKA): I'm not fat!!!!!!!! VRISKA: Sure, tell yourself whatever you want. VRISKA: Whatever lets you 8e "at peace" with your "new life"! Hahahahahahahaha. (VRISKA): Why are you saying all this stuff to me? (VRISKA): What did I ever DO to you???????? (VRISKA): I don't under- (VRISKA): *Sniff.* VRISKA: Holy shit. VRISKA: This is actually getting to you, isn't it? Un8elieva8le. VRISKA: Well, that tears it. You really are 8eyond any sort of redemption. VRISKA: Fucking incredi8le. What ever happened to having a thick skin? Letting stuff roll off your 8ack? VRISKA: Not letting shit get to you, 8ecause you always knew you were 8etter than the one slinging it? VRISKA: I guess this is what you call happiness now? Letting a few tiny little 8ar8s shatter your self esteem? VRISKA: You aren't happy. You're a hilarious trainwreck com8ined with a sad punchline, and I'm ashamed to share an identity with you. (VRISKA): STOP IT!!!!!!!!