"Yeah, true." It's not like they were going to be out for the flesh of a few players who, for all they knew, were of-age individuals who just happened to have a thing for characters who were thirteen-to-fifteen-year-old boys. They won't come stalking at night, lighting their torches and riding noble steeds. And they definitely won't screw their courage to anything. No, they're just... okay with it. Huh. That was easy. Maybe humans didn't care so much after all.

Sollux reached into one of his many, many pockets. He scowled. "Thould have gone on that thtupid quetht anyway," he muttered, displeased with the contents -- or lack thereof.

This is why he doesn't drink.