One day, Molotov will tie Vriska up in her sleep and just brush and style the hell out of her hair. She will look so awesome, look at how hot Molotov is on the daily. Makeup, the whole nine yards.

With a snort, Molotov tugs a bit harder on a second knot, but untangles it anyway. "Because you have to make it hot first, to melt the chocolate. Don't bitch about semantics."