[He is getting such flashbacks to that time he tried to arrange a time table for quadrant vacillation with Terezi, Dave, and him. What an embarrassing, godawful mess. He pinches at the bridge of his nose, rubbing it some.]

No shit it would take more work.

[His hand drops.]

But see, that's what gets me. It never seems like you humans can wrap your heads around how emotionally fulfilling a proper hate can be. Cultural differences, blah blah, I know, and I don't really expect you all to change your minds just because of me. It's just weird to observe.