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     <div id='s1'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 1</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">C</span>andy was
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">C</span>andy was
       definitely the right choice, John thinks, as he munches
       thoughtfully on a strawberry swirl mint. It cracks to splinters
       between his teeth. Incredibly tasty splinters, the consistency of
@@ -37,7 +37,7 @@
       fatalistic mood that he’s been walking around with all day seems
       somewhat... melodramatic. Embarrassing, even! Who has time for
       nihilism when it’s such a beautiful day.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: you know what?</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: ...</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: maybe i’ll stay after all.</p>
@@ -84,7 +84,7 @@
       when he thinks about it. Superficial. And a bit sappy toward his
       friends. So what if he wants to make an insubstantial, superficial,
       and sappy decision?</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="calliope">CALLIOPE: are you absolUtely sUre aboUt this,
       john?</p>
       </div>
@@ -101,7 +101,7 @@
       tree, not to the world, not even to the leaf itself. He flicks the
       delicate green metaphor away with a flourish of disdain, and sudden
       conviction.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: yeah. actually, i don’t think i’ve ever been
       so sure of anything in my life.</p>
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@@ -110,7 +110,7 @@
       sexist way to describe it. It’s definitely a girly noise, though,
       and not what John was expecting. Without warning, she launches
       herself into his arms.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: omg john</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: thats...</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: AMAZING!</p>
@@ -132,7 +132,7 @@
       were just waiting for him to pick up the phone, or to come along
       and hug them.</p>
       <p>Roxy pulls back and claps excitedly.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: this is gonna be so effing AWESOME</p>
       <p class="calliope">CALLIOPE: yes. i think that yoU have made an
       excellent choice, john!</p>
@@ -161,19 +161,19 @@
       makes it so that she dips into shadow. The sharp recesses of her
       skeletal face turn those shadows black. For a moment, her voice
       sounds the way wind does when it howls through a narrow chasm.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="calliope">CALLIOPE: yoU mUst free the bard from his
       prison.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: ???</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Did he hear her right? He can’t imagine she
       could <em>possibly</em> mean...</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="calliope">CALLIOPE: gamzee.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Calliope puts her hands together and pulls
       back, smiling sweetly. Her voice is sugar-sweet again.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="calliope">CALLIOPE: let poor gamzee oUt of the fridge,
       john.</p>
       <p class="calliope">CALLIOPE: the time has come. u_u</p>
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     <div id='s10'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 10</h1>
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-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
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+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: WH3R3 3V3N 4R3 YOU</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: 4ND WHY H4V3N’T YOU SL1C3D M4K4R4 1N H4LF
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       contact with him, and Gamzee gives him a thumbs-up. A chill runs
       down John’s spine, so he goes back to his conversation with
       Terezi.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
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       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: ...</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: ...</p>
@@ -179,7 +179,7 @@
       looking at him that makes him glad he got out of bed today. It
       makes him, for the first time in years, excited about the idea that
       the future is a thing that exists.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: sorry for takin so long had to reapply the
       face u kno how it is</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: actually u probably dont but let me tell u
@@ -247,7 +247,7 @@
       because they’re sitting so very close. Her lashes look about twice
       as long in the low, pale light. They shadow her eyes so that he
       can’t read her expression.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: ya know i didnt even know any adults when i
       was a kid</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: so i got nothin except the legends of how my
@@ -280,7 +280,7 @@
       actually humors him. The glasses clink together clumsily, and water
       gets all over the complimentary breadsticks. She starts laughing
       harder.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: oh john</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: why didnt we do this SOONER</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: i love spendin time with you</p>
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       can’t tell what Roxy is thinking. She’s so warm and open and
       inviting, but when John looks into her eyes... it’s almost like
       staring into a voi—</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: oh</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: wtf look behind you</p>
       </div>
@@ -316,7 +316,7 @@
       angles a look at John through the panels of his shades. It looks
       like he hasn’t slept, but it’s hard to tell with Dave. He’s out of
       breath.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: hey dude</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: and roxy</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: uh rather...</p>
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     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 11</h1>
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-      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">D</span>ave grabs
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">D</span>ave grabs
       the sleeve of John’s tux in his sweaty palm, and the two of them
       fly to the top of the nearest tower. John glances at him en route,
       and the look on Dave’s face strikes him as that of a man condemned
@@ -36,7 +36,7 @@
       even in the middle of the city.</p>
       <p>Dave cups his hands over his knees and stares straight
       ahead.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: yo john what do you think about me and
       karkat</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: um...</p>
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       <p class="no-indent">Dave says this so neutrally that John has no
       idea how to read it, despite having years of practice reading
       Dave’s many neutral tones.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
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       <p class="john">JOHN: er... yes.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: that’s exactly what i mean.</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: why</p>
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       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Dave makes a couple truly useless hand
       gestures.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
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       <p class="dave">DAVE: in the greater fabric of our weird incestuous
       social group</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: it might be the wrong move i think</p>
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       developed a bad habit of sometimes approaching delicate social
       situations with all the grace of an elephant stumbling around in a
       dark room.</p>
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       <p class="john">JOHN: right.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: i almost managed to forget that she was
       trying to fuck you and karkat.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Dave snaps his head around to stare at John in
       shock.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
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       <p class="dave">DAVE: wait you knew about that</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: uh, yeah?</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: did you not?</p>
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       with his elbows crossed over his thighs. The angle he’s at gives
       John a good look at his eyes, which are boring a deep, miserable
       hole to the center of the Earth right now.</p>
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       <p class="dave">DAVE: thats why i think that i should</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: give it a try i guess</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: give what a try? dating jade?</p>
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       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Dave doesn’t answer. His silence says a lot,
       John thinks.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: ...are you in love with karkat?</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: thats</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: thats a big fucking question</p>
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       <p class="no-indent">He tilts his face so that he can give John a
       look. The corner of his lip quirks ambiguously.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: have you been talking to terezi</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: um...</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: damn i thought she ghosted everyone</p>
@@ -267,7 +267,7 @@
       catches John’s gaze and makes a rolling gesture with his hand,
       miming the way a practiced magician would flick a coin over their
       thumb.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: do you know what a coin flip is</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: like universally i mean in the grand scale of
       all this time space infinite string theory bullshit were always
@@ -316,7 +316,7 @@
       is essential, true, and relevant. He remembers those three words,
       but no other contextual remarks which bind them. That conversation
       seems so very long ago now.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: i mean... it doesn’t sound...</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: *canon*?</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: ugh not you too</p>
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       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Dave sighs and runs a hand through his
       hair.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: doing the right thing</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: i guess</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: this doesn’t seem hard to me at all,
@@ -349,7 +349,7 @@
       isn’t easy for him, though. John guesses this is what it means to
       be a friend. It means being the guy who understands when easy isn’t
       actually that easy.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: i have to... talk to dirk i think</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: uh, ok?</p>
       </div>
@@ -365,7 +365,7 @@
       lingers between the two of them. Before John can fill it with some
       stupid words, he hears Roxy calling up to him from below. He pops
       his head over the roof and waves at her.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: what’s up?</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: yo boys not to interrupt but we got kicked
       outta the restaurant for not ordering</p>
@@ -391,14 +391,14 @@
       more, like this whole conversation was sand running through his
       fingers. It itches at the back of his head, the idea that he might
       have just fucked up Dave’s entire life.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: i’m... sorry i couldn’t help.</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: nah dude its not your fault</p>
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       <p class="no-indent">Dave gives him a light bro-punch in the arm
       and tries to smile.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
-      <p class="dave">DAVE:enjoy your date</p>
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
+      <p class="dave">DAVE: enjoy your date</p>
       </div>
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     <div id='s12'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 12</h1>
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-      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">J</span>ake wakes
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">J</span>ake wakes
       up to the unfamiliar feeling of a cheek on his chest and a thigh
       slung over his stomach.</p>
       <p>Not that waking up to limbs entwined with some fleeting
@@ -47,7 +47,7 @@
       worst fears.</p>
       <p>But his worst fears are confirmed for him without him having to
       do anything, unfortunately, which seems par for the course.</p>
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+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: Good morning.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jane sits up in the bed and stretches her arms
@@ -58,13 +58,13 @@
       sight of her. It’s not her attractiveness that was ever in
       question. It’s everything else about this situation which is the
       problem.</p>
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+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Jane.....</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: What in the blazes happened!?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">She turns to face him, giggling into her
       hand.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: Why Jake, I would imagine that you are
       practiced enough at sexual congress at this point that I shouldn’t
       have to explain it to you.</p>
@@ -75,7 +75,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jane blinks and touches a hand to her
       collarbone, like she doesn’t quite recognize herself.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: Oh dear, did you hear what I just said?</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Lighten up?</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: It’s been quite a while since I’ve thought
@@ -97,7 +97,7 @@
       Lollipop on his bedside table. It sits, like evidence at a murder
       scene, beneath an empty bottle of vodka and far more sets of
       underwear than the number of people accounted for in the room.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Um...</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">...Jake says, but Jane shuts him up with a
@@ -108,7 +108,7 @@
       several objections, but Jane is plucking all his strings quite
       mercilessly. He feels like a snake about to be necked by a
       mongoose.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Wh... whats the meaning of the lollipop? I
       thought we agreed never to use trickster mode when we were...
       er.</p>
@@ -133,7 +133,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Jane’s expression falls. She’d been feeling
       quite buoyed after a night of jolly—if inebriated—fun, but Jake
       does not seem to share her enthusiasm.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: Dear me... was that innuendo a bit too much?
       I’m sorry. I’m not very good at this.</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: No its not that. Jane... i...</p>
@@ -147,7 +147,7 @@
       words leave his mouth. Jane looks absolutely crushed. Devastated.
       Like Jake just ripped the rug out from underneath her entire
       universe.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: What?</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: Are you saying everything we did...</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: It...</p>
@@ -158,11 +158,11 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Jane stares up at him, her eyes so bright
       they’re practically clear, like tropical water on a sunny day. She
       looks like girls do right before they’re about to cry.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: Jake...</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Oh, how could he deny her anything?</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: What was i even saying? Im being terribly
       foolish.</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Sure we may have er. Overdone it a bit on the
@@ -179,7 +179,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">It’s not the most rousing speech Jake has ever
       given, but it seems satisfactory enough for Jane. He releases a
       tremendously relieved sigh when Jane breaks into a smile.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: Oh, Jake!</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">He flails when she kisses him. But this time,
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy13.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy13.xhtml
index 99b67b5..b6911f2 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy13.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy13.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s13'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 13</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">D</span>ave and
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">D</span>ave and
       Dirk don’t talk that much about the heavy stuff. They don’t need
       to. Dave can hear his brother’s voice in his head.</p>
       <p>Not, like, literally. That would be insane. But Dave knows what
@@ -52,7 +52,7 @@
       <p>Dave knocks on the door, loud, but there’s no answer. Nothing
       when he calls out Dirk’s name either. Then he tries the knob, and
       the door swings right open.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: uh</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: hey</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: bro</p>
@@ -61,7 +61,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Still no answer. Dave lets himself in. It’s
       not like his bro would actually mind. They’re family, after
       all.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: bro</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: hey</p>
       </div>
@@ -69,14 +69,14 @@
       flitting from room to room, checking for any signs of Dirk.</p>
       <p>This is strange. The guy doesn’t usually go out to do things,
       unless those things are actively being televised.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: dude are you like gone i have something i
       really need to talk to you ab–</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Dave all but jumps out of his skin with a
       shriek when he turns to find the last individual in the world he
       ever expected or wanted to see.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: HoNk.</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: jesus FUCK</p>
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: HeY wHaTs ShAkInG mY mAn :O)</p>
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy14.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy14.xhtml
index 3e1c2f3..e32d3aa 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy14.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy14.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s14'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 14</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">Y</span>our name
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">Y</span>our name
       is Dirk Strider, and you know what you must do.</p>
       <p>The decision was made the moment John chose his course. This
       world has been set on a path that you cannot tread.</p>
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy15.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy15.xhtml
index 720d4f7..e084cf0 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy15.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy15.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s15'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 15</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">T</span>he rain is
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">T</span>he rain is
       coming down in sheets. It rains just seldom enough on this idyllic
       world that most of its inhabitants are conditioned to leave their
       homes without umbrellas, and today they’re paying for it. The press
@@ -46,7 +46,7 @@
       comes time to set it down in the cathedral, upsets the balance of
       the whole thing, and sends it careening down so hard that the nose
       of it crashes right through the stage.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: OoOpS mOtHeRfUcKeRs.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: oops???</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: its fine gamz</p>
@@ -68,7 +68,7 @@
       inside, past the barrier of reporters. Jane drags Jake off by the
       wrist to deal with them as Roxy approaches the pulpit, looking
       miserably ghostlike in her violet mourning clothes.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: um</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: hey thx everyone for joining me today</p>
       </div>
@@ -78,7 +78,7 @@
       back a whole mouthful of snot. The sound is very much in contrast
       with the delicate, feminine manner with which she tugs a tissue out
       of her modest cleavage in order to dab at her eyes.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: wow now that im up here its like</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: idk</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: i have no idea what to say</p>
@@ -86,7 +86,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Of course she doesn’t. Dirk was her first BFF,
       her first love, and at one time, the only other human being left on
       Earth. She rolls the wet tissue between her fingers.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: and i guess thats cuz there IS nothing to
       say</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: theres no words to describe how i felt about
@@ -113,7 +113,7 @@
       on his camera as quietly as possible.</p>
       <p>It takes Dave a moment to gather himself when he reaches the
       lectern, but when he speaks his voice is steady and even.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: hey guys</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: wanna apologize in advance cuz this is about
       to get a lil real</p>
@@ -153,7 +153,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Dave hesitates. His voice might be cracking,
       but it’s subtle.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: he was just an absolute bastard no offense to
       the dead</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: yeah ok sure he taught me a ton of shit that
@@ -247,7 +247,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Dave takes a deep, shuddering breath and
       actually takes off his shades to wipe away the tears that are
       pooling on his eyelashes.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: i guess thats all i got to say about that</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jake is openly weeping by the time the speech
@@ -257,7 +257,7 @@
       suit. Dave leaves the stage, face turned away from the glare of the
       camera lights, and Roxy takes her place at the pulpit once
       again.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: anyone else have a eulogy theyd like to
       give</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: i think the best way we can honor dirks
@@ -279,7 +279,7 @@
       room immediately to escape the stench emanating from this smiling
       clown. Suddenly, his expression distorts, to become something which
       can only be described as a leer.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: WhAt’S uP oN tHiS mOsT rIgHtEoUs AnD
       fRoWnY Of DaYs My BiTcHeS. :’o(</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: OH MY GOD</p>
@@ -293,7 +293,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Gamzee clears his throat quite loudly and
       abruptly, sending ear-shattering echoes throughout the church. It
       sounds like someone just threw a toilet in a woodchipper.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: NiNjAs AnD gEnTlEhOeS!</p>
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: We GaThEr Up At ThIs ShRiNe Of WoRsHiP tO
       wHaTeVeR fAlSe IdOlS oR mEsSiAhS tHeSe HoMiEs GeT tHeIr DeVoTiOn On
@@ -334,7 +334,7 @@
       retrieves a piece of paper, crumpled and soaked from the rain
       outside, and attempts to smooth it out over the lectern. The wet
       paper breaks apart immediately beneath his oafish clown paws.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: AwWw, ShIzZ. i GuEsS i’Ve GoT tO uP aNd
       WiNg It!</p>
       </div>
@@ -343,7 +343,7 @@
       Dirk had apparently handed down to Gamzee to be passed on. John
       can’t seem to find that optimism himself.</p>
       <p>Gamzee draws a big, fat breath, and begins his speech.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: YoU eVeR wAkE uP aNd SiT dOwN tO dRoP a
       FaT oNe In ThE lOaD gApEr, BuT yOuR fLeSh BoDy JuSt AiN’t ReAdY tO
       gO aNd DoOk It OuT yEt?</p>
@@ -352,7 +352,7 @@
       scans the crowd, silent for a uncomfortable while, as if his
       question weren’t rhetorical and he were expecting an answer that
       will never come.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: tHaT’s WhAt LiFe WaS lIkE fOr ThE
       d-MaN.</p>
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: A mAn BoRn WiTh A pUrPoSe. A pLaN.</p>
@@ -379,7 +379,7 @@
       or two mercifully concluding remarks. Roxy stands up and begins
       clapping loudly to bring a heroic end to the elocutionary horror
       show.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: WOW WASNT THAT GREAT FOLKS!</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: WOW JUST WOW I KNEW THIS GUY WOULDNT LET US
       DOWN</p>
@@ -393,7 +393,7 @@
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: hOoOoOoOoOnK.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">She nudges Jake.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: (hey dude can u get up there and say somethin
       as like...)</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: (a palate cleanser?)</p>
@@ -431,7 +431,7 @@
       <p>John sneezes.</p>
       <p>Dave and Karkat jump apart like opposing magnets.</p>
       <p>Oops.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: uhh, hi guys!</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">John waves dopily and hopes that he doesn’t
@@ -439,7 +439,7 @@
       still staring at each other from the corners of their eyes, warily.
       Something silent and tense passes between them.</p>
       <p>They make a quick recovery.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: hey</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: I SEE THAT EVEN YOU COULDN’T BEAR
       GAMZEE’S ASININE, BRUTAL AND 100% NONCONSENSUAL ASSAULT ON YOUR
@@ -456,7 +456,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Dave glances at Karkat again. He... smiles.
       It’s a sad smile, but it’s there.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: yeah</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: well no</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: but its ok to not be ok about this specific
@@ -478,11 +478,11 @@
       down at his hands. Now that he’s paused to think a little, what
       he’s about to offer is a pretty weird way to console a friend after
       the death of a loved one.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: do you... want me to go back?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Dave quirks an eyebrow.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: go</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: back??</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: with my retcon powers.</p>
@@ -491,7 +491,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Dave says at the same time that Karkat
       shouts:</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: JOHN!</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: what!</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: DO YOU NOT HAVE AN INCH OF GODDAMN SENSE
@@ -511,7 +511,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Dave makes a wavy hand gesture that implies
       he’s about to jump into a rant about causality or whatever. John
       cuts him off.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: but!</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: if i retcon it...</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: then it’s like it never even happened!</p>
@@ -533,7 +533,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">John frowns. Dave opens his mouth to say
       something else, but he’s cut off by Jade poking her head out of the
       church window.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: dave!!! roxys wondering where you are</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: oh yeah be right there</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: what about you karkat? you coming??</p>
@@ -554,7 +554,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Karkat stomps back toward the church,
       bickering with Jade his way across the graveyard. Dave adjusts his
       shades and puts a hand on John’s shoulder.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: john</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: i get what you were trying to do</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: but</p>
@@ -575,7 +575,7 @@
       <p>Do the... retcon thing? He thinks much, much harder than he
       thought about doing the last thing.</p>
       <p>Still nothing.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: that’s weird...</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: it was working just the other day.</p>
       </div>
@@ -583,21 +583,21 @@
       starts to hurt. So hard that he doesn’t hear the footsteps sloshing
       through the wet grass behind him. When Roxy taps him on the
       shoulder he yelps and shoots six feet up into the air.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: lmao john its just me</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">John spins around to greet her. He hides his
       hands behind his back like he was doing something bad with them.
       Which he guesses he was, kind of. Roxy shields her eyes against the
       rain and laughs.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: doin ok up there b?</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: i’m fine!!!</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: wait. b?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">John lands softly, close enough to Roxy that
       she can slide a hand up his arm.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: yea like short for babe</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: cuz ur my babe b</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: oh, haha. right.</p>
@@ -607,7 +607,7 @@
       affection in public places like this. He slips a hand into the
       small of Roxy’s back and feels a pang of guilt about what he saw
       transpire between Dave and Karkat earlier.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: is dave ok?</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: yeah, i guess.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: ...</p>
@@ -617,7 +617,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Her gaze gets distant as she stares at
       something over John’s shoulder. Whatever she’s thinking about, it
       tugs a soft smile across her face.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: yea</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: actually</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: im more than ok</p>
@@ -626,12 +626,12 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Roxy starts dancing her fingers up John’s
       chest.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: about you n me</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: and this</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">She bops him on the nose.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: hey john</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: we should get hitched</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: ummmmmm...</p>
@@ -639,7 +639,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">John stares at where Roxy’s finger is still
       pressing down on his nose and goes a little cross-eyed as his brain
       tries to process what she just said.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: um...</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: ...what???</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: um what WHAT?</p>
@@ -648,7 +648,7 @@
       <p class="john">JOHN: like...</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">John looks around the graveyard nervously.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: right NOW?</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: lmao totes</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: were already at the church n everything</p>
@@ -660,7 +660,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Roxy starts laughing so hard she has to wipe
       away a tear. She leans in to give John a quick, chaste kiss on the
       lips.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: no LOL</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: john u take everything so literally</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: its fuckin adorbs</p>
@@ -689,7 +689,7 @@
       gut. He goes breathless with shock; adrenaline pumping through him,
       his blood rushing in his ears. When he speaks, his voice is
       hoarse.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: you...</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: LOVE me??</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: yea john i love you</p>
@@ -722,13 +722,13 @@
       pirouettes. His hands come up around Roxy’s shoulders, and keep
       going until he’s cupping her face in both hands. He starts
       giggling.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: i...</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: ok.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: ok, let’s... let’s do it!</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Roxy waggles her eyebrows.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: ooo u want to do it??</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: yeah!</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: er... i mean...</p>
@@ -743,7 +743,7 @@
       and laughing against her lips. She kisses him until they’re both
       breathless, then pulls back so that she can gaze at him with
       glittering eyes.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: omg</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: were gonna be SO freakin happy!</p>
       </div>
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy16.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy16.xhtml
index 8e6f19f..0ebdca4 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy16.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy16.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s16'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 16</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: hey terezi, guess where i am right now?</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: YOUR HUM4N W3DD1NG</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: considering that humans are the only species
@@ -221,8 +221,8 @@
       <p class="john">JOHN: yeah, ok. take care of yourself terezi.</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: 1 4LW4YS DO</p>
       </div>
-      <p>—</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small weight-bold">—</div>
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: hey terezi, i have something to tell you and
       you’re not going to believe it!</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: 1 4LR34DY H34RD 4BOUT HOW J4N3 1S D4T1NG
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy17.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy17.xhtml
index 9de50c6..56ac20c 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy17.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy17.xhtml
@@ -25,15 +25,15 @@
     <div id='s17'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 17</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">T</span>hree
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">T</span>hree
       months later, John is still thinking about his last conversation
       with Terezi. It’s kind of impossible not to, when Rose and Kanaya
       keep saying the name “Vriska” every five minutes. He really thought
       they were done with hearing about Vriska all the time, but
       apparently Rose and Kanaya were intent on breathing new life into
       that tradition.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Vriska, don’t chew on your chair’s dinner
       tray.</p>
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Darling She Is Only A Grub She Hasnt Yet
@@ -71,7 +71,7 @@
       sign of movement.</p>
       <p>She lifts her head to speak. He’s like Houdini with that
       phone.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: damn i still cant believe dirks gone tho</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Yes, it was so sudden.</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: But the best we can do to honor him is simply
@@ -89,7 +89,7 @@
       cradles Vriska in one arm, and begins to unbutton the top of her
       shirt with the other. John instinctively finds something else to
       look at. Anything. His fidgeting hands will do.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Have You Two Thought About What To Name
       Your Grubs</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: its just one grub lol</p>
@@ -142,7 +142,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Kanaya gives John an inquisitive, wide-eyed
       look. As if there could be no conceivable reason for someone to ask
       this question.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Yes Of Course</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Why would we change her name when she’s
       nearly a year old?</p>
@@ -166,7 +166,7 @@
       dragging his heels on for months. Back when Roxy first got pregnant
       it was all they talked about it, but now that she’s so close to the
       due date, all the subject does is make his pulse go shaky.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: um...</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: harry anderson egbert</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: roxy! we hadn’t...</p>
@@ -178,7 +178,7 @@
       Roxy didn’t seem to have any suggestions of her own. Rose stops
       breastfeeding Vriska, and hands her off to Kanaya. She comes to sit
       beside John, setting a hand on his knee. She speaks kindly.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Wasn’t that the guy from Night Court?</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: yeah.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: which was...</p>
@@ -199,13 +199,13 @@
       the planet turning under his feet. He whips his head up to look at
       Rose intently. She seems alert. Her gaze is precise. She doesn’t
       seem ill, or off, or confused at all.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: no she... didn’t?</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: vriska didn’t defeat lord english.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Rose doesn’t say anything. No one says
       anything.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: rose, no one knows what happened to lord
       english.</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Of course we do. Vriska used the juju and her
@@ -242,7 +242,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">John swivels around to point a finger at his
       wife. It comes across as more accusatory than he means it to
       be.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: roxy, you and calliope told me that i had a
       choice!</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: and i MADE my choice, which is why i ended up
@@ -262,7 +262,7 @@
       big deal at the time, and then suddenly it felt like nothing at
       all. Why?</p>
       <p>Roxy leans over and sets a cool hand on John’s forehead.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: u doin ok there babe</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: i’m fine!</p>
       </div>
@@ -271,7 +271,7 @@
       than he already looks. He brushes Roxy’s hand away and stands
       abruptly, looking woozy and sweating at the temples. His skin is
       tight and clammy, too hot and too cold all at once.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: i just... need some fresh air.</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: want me to come with u</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: no!</p>
@@ -288,7 +288,7 @@
       over the treeline and out of the troll suburb that Kanaya and Rose
       have made their home in. Furiously, he begins typing on his
       phone.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: terezi. i know that you’ve got important
       stuff to do out there in paradox space, but i really need to hear
       from you.</p>
@@ -303,7 +303,7 @@
       deep breath. The breeze that rattles over the forest seems foul,
       somehow. Stale, like air that’s been recycled multiple times
       over.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: they’re not great.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: i mean, on the surface everything is
       fantastic! everyone’s so happy and it finally seems like we’re all
@@ -361,7 +361,7 @@
       the bottom corner of the screen. It’s an indication that someone is
       typing.</p>
       <p>He stops breathing until the text actually appears.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: OK4Y LOS3R, T3LL M3 WH4T H4PP3N3D TH1S
       T1M3</p>
       </div>
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy18.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy18.xhtml
index 489dae7..bab0c0e 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy18.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy18.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s18'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 18</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">J</span>ane may
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">J</span>ane may
       have stepped away from her pursuit of public office, but it’s
       important for any educated businesswoman to stay abreast of the
       political goings-on of her nation.</p>
@@ -37,7 +37,7 @@
       languorously in front of her television. She remembers her father
       doing the same all the time. Well, without the luxurious silk robe
       and eighty-inch TV screen.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: I admit I had second thoughts about calling
       off my presidential bid after what happened with Dirk, but...</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: You know what, I’m surprised to say that this
@@ -52,7 +52,7 @@
       the day. When she asks for a fresh pen, he fishes one out of his
       codpiece and hands it to her, but he looks uncharacteristically
       disquieted.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="gamzee">GaMzEe: WhOa. ArE yOu ReAlLy AlL uP aNd
       SuPpOrTiNg ThAt StIcKy ShIzZ, mY wOmAn?</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: Excuse me? That... what?</p>
@@ -61,7 +61,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jane chuckles at Gamzee’s jape. But the
       strange expression persists on his clownish face.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: ThIs Be WiCkEd SeRiOuS bOo.</p>
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: YaLl ReAlLy DoWn WiTh SuBjUgGlAtInG mY
       nInJaS?</p>
@@ -70,7 +70,7 @@
       hand is that one’s wrist is bound to get a bit sore, and it’s left
       her short on patience for the tiresome ordeal of explaining the
       basic functioning of a political system to an ignorant farceur.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: Gamzee, please.</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: I’m not down with doing anything of the
       sort.</p>
@@ -105,7 +105,7 @@
       ShOe It MiGhT bE aLl RiGhT mAnG.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jane has to pause to huff in exasperation.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: No, Gamzee!</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: Everyone needs shoes that fit the size of
       their feet!</p>
@@ -187,7 +187,7 @@
       as willfully loathsome as Makara could be this dense. What’s more
       likely is he’s attempting to get a rise from her. To get her a
       little hotter under the collar. To put her in a certain mood.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: I just explained: it’s essential that these
       regulations remain in place so that the human and troll populations
       can remain proportionate.</p>
@@ -215,7 +215,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">And just like that, she falls right into his
       trap. There’s no turning back now. The salacious ritual is
       imminent.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: Excuse me, I’m sorry. “Canceled”?</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: Are you even hearing yourself?</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: Who in the world gave a <em>literal
@@ -264,7 +264,7 @@
       <p>As soon as Jane starts screaming, the baby does too. Jake,
       sitting approximately six feet away, bounces the infant a little to
       calm him down.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: I say would you mind keeping it down for
       tavros?</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: He was sleeping and to be honest i think
@@ -274,7 +274,7 @@
       she’d forgotten that Jake was there at all—she scrambles to cover
       herself properly the moment his voice cuts through the din of
       sloppy, moist honking.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: Jake! Darling.</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: Don’t worry. Th-there’s plenty of attention
       to go around, my love.</p>
@@ -301,14 +301,14 @@
       <p>Jake’s heart is racing so hard he loses focus. He doesn’t notice
       that Gamzee is offering him the bottle until Jane’s angry voice
       wrenches him back to his senses.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: Gamzee! That’s been on the ground! Get him a
       clean one.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Gamzee shrugs, and squirrels away the
       half-spilled bottle in his codpiece. He walks off and returns with
       a fresh bottle from the fridge, then hands it over to Jake.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Haha thanks ill just be going now. See
       ya.</p>
       </div>
@@ -323,7 +323,7 @@
       skull like a gunshot.</p>
       <p>As Jake gently bounces the baby in one arm, he takes out his
       phone to text an old friend.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Jade are you there?</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: yep!</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: whats up?</p>
@@ -335,7 +335,7 @@
       voice. It’s something to focus on besides the—</p>
       <p>OHHHH! HONK!</p>
       <p>Jake winces.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: jake!!! its been a while since you
       called!</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: is everything ok?</p>
@@ -351,7 +351,7 @@
       to stand. So Jake shuts himself into the first empty room he comes
       across and lets himself slide to the ground against the closed
       door.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Anyway whats up with you? Hows life with
       davekat going?</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: oh its great! im really glad i just went for
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy19.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy19.xhtml
index 098c6b3..3f28448 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy19.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy19.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s19'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 19</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: how cute do you guys think johns baby is
       going to be</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: like on a scale of 1-11???</p>
@@ -38,7 +38,7 @@
       Alternian mushrooms that flare up at night with a sick, green
       bioluminescence, and from above by the soft glow of his social
       media accounts.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: i dunno</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: i still havent come to terms with the fact
       that johns gonna be a dad</p>
@@ -56,7 +56,7 @@
       Instead, he’s seriously considering Dave’s question. He picks a leg
       off one of his beetles and flicks it over Jade so that it lands on
       Dave’s forehead.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: BELOW ME BUT ABOVE YOU.</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: yeah exactly</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: now hes all married and pregnant and hes got
@@ -92,7 +92,7 @@
       immature. Jade doesn’t pick up on the obvious subtext in the
       conversation, however, because she’s been willfully undermining the
       subtext in her own personal life for nearly a year now.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: well...</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: ive actually been thinking lately about how
       since rose and kanaya had a kid and jane and jake had a kid and
@@ -104,7 +104,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Karkat starts laughing. Jade flicks him in the
       forehead.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: no stupid all three of us!</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: uhhh</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: what??</p>
@@ -144,7 +144,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Dave puts away his phone and rolls up so that
       he’s braced on his elbow. He meets Karkat’s gaze over the rise of
       Jade’s chest and smiles at him.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: yeah dude i know</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: youre probably like closet dad of the fuckin
       year</p>
@@ -195,7 +195,7 @@
       in the fridge more than once in his life. Jade and Karkat exchange
       a private look they’ve also given each other more than once in
       Dave’s presence.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: yeah so anyway im gonna stick to hot pockets
       i think</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: dave</p>
@@ -238,7 +238,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jade sits up and wraps her arms around her
       knees. Her ears go flat as she chews her lip.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: ...its not like i dont know that</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: john never shuts up about it</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: i mean, he and jane used to be close back
@@ -291,13 +291,13 @@
       ringer for her old Witch of Space uniform. Jade touches the body
       with the toe of her shoe, and then gasps when it rolls over to
       reveal its face.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: its...</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: ME???</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Karkat and Dave stick their heads over the
       edge of the pit.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: holy shit</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: WHAT IN THE EVER LIVING FUCK?</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: uh</p>
@@ -315,7 +315,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Karkat watches as Jade stands over her own
       younger corpse. He notices the way her shoulders are slanted. It’s
       clear even from a distance that she’s shaking.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: JADE?</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT’S GOING ON
       HERE??</p>
@@ -328,7 +328,7 @@
       gruesome, yet also... peaceful, somehow.</p>
       <p>Dave slides down the ridge of the crater and grabs her by the
       shoulder.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: hey jade you hear us</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jade wipes a hand across her cheek and looks
@@ -336,13 +336,13 @@
       massless shards from the sky must have nicked her in the face. Her
       eyes go wide and she feels the breath go out of her for a moment.
       She looks directly upward. Where did this body come from?</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: jade???</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: yes dave i heard you</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Still staring at the body, Jade digs her phone
       out of her pocket.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: i need to talk to jane</p>
       </div>
       </div>
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy2.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy2.xhtml
index a349bf8..dbdce93 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy2.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy2.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s2'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 2</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">J</span>ohn zaps
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">J</span>ohn zaps
       back to the quietest point in the fridge’s impressively storied
       timeline that he can pinpoint, which is on The Land of Tombs and
       Krypton, T-minus about half an hour before his final battle against
@@ -61,7 +61,7 @@
       fridge back to Earth C. He zaps himself and the fridge back to the
       same picnic grounds he departed from, while cleverly leaving the
       chains wrapping the fridge behind on LOTAK.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: so uh...</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: i’m back.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: everyone get ready for THIS fucking guy, i
@@ -74,7 +74,7 @@
       smelling like socks that have been worn continuously for two weeks
       straight. John rears back and pinches his nose shut. Calliope
       shoots John a sharp look, like a stern teacher would.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: HOOOOOOOOOOOONK.</p>
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: cough COUGH cough CHOKE honk CHOKE!</p>
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: wheeeeeeeeeze HONK cough HONK choke
@@ -106,7 +106,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Calliope nods knowingly, and pats him on the
       back.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: i Up AnD dOnE sOmE mOtHeRfUcKeRs RaW.</p>
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: ThOsE mOtHeRfUcKeRs MoSt Of AlL wHo I
       cAlLeD aS mY fRiEnDs.</p>
@@ -142,7 +142,7 @@
       own sobs does she steal a glance at her phone, tipping the fact
       that she too wouldn’t mind if this redemptive soliloquy could hurry
       itself along.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: ThEsE rEdEmPtiVe FuCkIn EuReKa
       ThUnDeRcLaPs AlL bAnGiNg At My ThInK pAn...</p>
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: GeTtInG mE tO gO aLl LiKe, BoO hOo, I’m
@@ -201,7 +201,7 @@
       tiptoes a few yards away from the group and slips his phone out of
       his pocket. There’s only one person in the universe who can truly
       understand what John’s going through right now.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: hey terezi, you around?</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: WH4T DO YOU W4NT</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: you wouldn’t believe what’s happening just
@@ -213,7 +213,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">John discreetly holds his phone over his
       shoulder and takes a snapchat of Gamzee sobbing in Calliope’s arms.
       Roxy is beside them, nodding along solemnly.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: HOLY SH1T</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: i know, right?</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: H3S CRY1NG L1K3 4 L1TTL3 WR1GGL3R</p>
@@ -293,7 +293,7 @@
       repentance.</p>
       <p>Calliope comes to stand with John, her hands folded behind her
       back and her expression peaceful.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="calliope">CALLIOPE: thank yoU for this, john.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: um...</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: you’re welcome?</p>
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy20.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy20.xhtml
index ae58652..1de0d56 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy20.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy20.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s20'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 20</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: WOW, SURE FEELS WEIRD TO JUST BE HANGING
       OUT WITH ALL THESE ASSHOLES WE WERE TOTALLY GOSSIPING ABOUT JUST
       TWENTY MINUTES AGO.</p>
@@ -34,7 +34,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Karkat is loudly whispering to Dave, leaning a
       bit too intimately into the curve of his chest for two dudes who
       are dating the same girl, but not each other.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: i always knew our gossip sins would catch up
       with us eventually</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: SHH both of you!!!</p>
@@ -68,7 +68,7 @@
       confusing day.</p>
       <p>John hangs back with Karkat and Dave while the girls go
       upstairs.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: uh, hey. how are you guys doing?</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: oh you know just enjoying a nice night out
       with our girlfriend when another teen version of our girlfriend
@@ -115,13 +115,13 @@
       Makara-Crocker is at her side, serving as her ever-faithful shadow,
       holding her arm to steady her as she tries to revive teen-Jade’s
       corpse.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: Jake!</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Vitriol leaks from every letter of his name.
       John and Dave exchange a knowing look: who’s supposed to be the
       kismesis here, again?</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: Would you take Tavros out of here?
       Please?</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Well golly jane i just thought it would be
@@ -143,7 +143,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jane wipes perspiration off her face and
       sighs.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: I... I don’t know.</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: I’ve just been under a lot of stress lately,
       trying to run my business, raise a child, and manage the political
@@ -160,13 +160,13 @@
       go by. Quite sorry blokes, he whispers as he takes his leave.</p>
       <p>Jane clutches her hands around teen-Jade’s thin shoulders,
       looking the corpse over with an expression of absolute sorrow.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: I don’t know why, but I’m having an extremely
       difficult time reviving her.</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: Where did she even come from?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">The living Jade shakes her head.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: we have no idea</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: its like the sky just opened up!</p>
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Well Obviously She Is From Another
@@ -178,7 +178,7 @@
       moment to respond. Her fingers close around the neckline of her
       dress as her gaze sweeps across the room. She looks over each
       person present, but avoids making eye contact.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: I...</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: I haven’t the faintest clue.</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: It could be anything.</p>
@@ -186,7 +186,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">John quirks an eyebrow at her. She doesn’t
       sound confident. Not like she did a month earlier when she claimed
       that Vriska had defeated Lord English.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: Well, something is blocking my Life
       powers.</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: It’s as if she has... a sort of poison in
@@ -223,7 +223,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Roxy places her hand on Jade’s head and gives
       her a little scritch between the ears.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: i thiiiink that janey was just bein
       melodramatic jade</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: its not ur fault</p>
@@ -233,11 +233,11 @@
       godlike in her abilities, and on the verge of fighting a battle
       that could change everything. She can’t believe how young she
       looks.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: what should we do with her?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Roxy claps her hands together.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: well</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: hate to be the one who says what were all
       thinkin but...</p>
@@ -256,7 +256,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Roxy looks around the room searchingly with a
       big, bright grin. Karkat snorts from the far corner of the room
       where he’s been pouting the whole time.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: I’M SORRY, WAS THAT A RHETORICAL FUCKING
       QUESTION OR WERE YOU GOING SOMEWHERE WITH IT?</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: it was not rhetorical at all</p>
@@ -278,11 +278,11 @@
       are standing shoulder to shoulder, very much in stable, devoted,
       interspecies Love. Kanaya catches that gaze, and holds it, for a
       very long, tense moment.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: Um. Roxy...</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Kanaya interrupts, tone clipped and dry.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Perhaps We Should Not Talk About That
       Particular Subject</p>
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: If Your Concern Here Is That We All
@@ -293,7 +293,7 @@
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: UH, EASY FOR YOU TO FUCKING SAY.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jade interjects, tiredly.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: karkat... lets not ok?</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: i mean, not now?</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: LET’S NOT WHAT?</p>
@@ -319,7 +319,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Karkat pushes off from the wall, furious,
       practically spitting flames. He points at Jane, his whole arm
       quivering.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: I LISTEN TO THE FUCKING NEWS, YOU KNOW.
       I’VE HEARD ALL THE ARGUMENTS, THE ONES BASED ON THE POLICY ADVICE
       YOUR CORPORATE THINK TANK FEEDS THE PRESIDENT.</p>
@@ -335,7 +335,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jane folds her hands in her lap. Her voice is
       ice-cold, and varnished to a shine.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: Is this meant to be a threat of future
       violence, Mr. Vantas?</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: I’m not sure menacing me is making the most
@@ -353,7 +353,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Gamzee steps out from behind Jane, putting
       himself between her and Karkat. He raises his hands in a calming
       gesture</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: hEy BrOtHeR cHiLl OuT</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: FUCK OFF GAMZEE.</p>
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: wOaH wOaH, kArKaT mY DUDE wHy ArE yOu AlL
@@ -387,7 +387,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Gamzee gets up from where he had been crawling
       across the floor in preparation for some righteous attritional toe
       sucking. He looks positively crestfallen.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: kArKaT... yO tHeRe’S gOtTa Be SoMeThInG i
       CaN dO.</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: NO.</p>
@@ -413,7 +413,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Karkat points at Jane again, then at Roxy, and
       then at Gamzee.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: FUCK YOU, AND YOU, AND ESPECIALLY
       YOU.</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: IN FACT, FUCK ALL OF YOU. I’M
@@ -424,7 +424,7 @@
       under his gentle grip, hissing. He jabs Dave hard in the clavicle,
       hard enough that Dave is forced to take a shocked half-step
       backwards.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: dude</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: WHAT PART OF “ALL OF YOU” DO YOU NOT
       UNDERSTAND, STRIDER?</p>
@@ -434,7 +434,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Dave folds out of the way, stunned and
       compliant. Jade gapes at her stunned boyfriend, and the empty space
       in the doorway left by her other boyfriend.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: dave what the FUCK did you say to him
       downstairs?</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: uh</p>
@@ -451,7 +451,7 @@
       interrupted by Jake looking all toothsome and fatherly with Tavros
       asleep in his arms, and a placated Vriska riding his broad
       shoulders.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: By jove chaps what was all that
       commotion?</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: It was nothing, Jake. Go back to the
@@ -501,7 +501,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jane pushes up her spectacles so that she can
       pinch the bridge of her nose.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: How is it that no matter how hard I try to
       keep the foolishness in my life confined exclusively to my romantic
       partners...</p>
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index 33496b2..edc44a9 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy21.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy21.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s21'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 21</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">I</span>t’s
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">I</span>t’s
       raining again, coming down in a frigid torrent. John is a
       pallbearer this time around. Teen-Jade is so light, he and Jake
       alone carry the coffin with ease. Together, they trudge through the
@@ -51,7 +51,7 @@
       behind her, spreads her arms and begins to speechify. She
       practically has to shout to be heard over the roar of the rainstorm
       outside.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: thx everyone for joining us today</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: we are gathered here to honor the memory of
       alternate universe jade</p>
@@ -79,7 +79,7 @@
       he waxed his mustache in the mirror. But its better for a man to
       just let his wife do whatever she wants. I promise youll experience
       less pain that way old boy.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="calliope">CALLIOPE: pUrple roses traditionally represent
       love at first sight, however these roses are actUally red roses
       that we prepared Using a blUe dye.</p>
@@ -107,7 +107,7 @@
       holds it.</p>
       <p>John tilts his head and squints at the image in front of him.
       Hmm.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: woah callie thats a beautiful metaphor</p>
       <p class="calliope">CALLIOPE: aw, thank yoU roxy. u_u</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: dont sound so humble it is v v deep</p>
@@ -123,7 +123,7 @@
       that paints the walls around her pink and red. Sollux is with her,
       feeling his way into the church along the grain of the door. He’s
       soaked head to toe.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="aradia">ARADIA: oh no did we miss the entire corpse
       party</p>
       <p class="aradia">ARADIA: i hope not</p>
@@ -134,7 +134,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Karkat jumps to his feet, eyes so wide they’re
       practically popping out of his head.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: ARADIA?</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: HOLY SHIT... SOLLUX?!</p>
       <p class="sollux">SOLLUX: hey l0ser. it’s been a l0ng time.</p>
@@ -186,7 +186,7 @@
       eulogy. Aradia glides to the floor and sets her feet on the stone
       tiling, elfin and weightless. She sidles up to Gamzee and jostles
       him in the ribs.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="aradia">ARADIA: so i see you managed to get out of the
       fridge</p>
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: i DiDn’T jUsT gEt OuT oF tHe FrIdGe, I
@@ -223,7 +223,7 @@
       lecherous ogle. She observes the bored-looking woman who she
       recognizes to be Jane. Aradia looks her up and down, and arches an
       eyebrow in approval.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="aradia">ARADIA: its so nice that you believe all that
       gamzee</p>
       <p class="aradia">ARADIA: i think i can honestly say</p>
@@ -243,7 +243,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Roxy smacks herself in the forehead, like this
       is the most obvious thing in the world. Of course, how could she
       forget the fucking corpse?</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: oh lol ur right i cant believe that slipped
       my mind</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: hey jake a lil help?</p>
@@ -255,7 +255,7 @@
       He jumps onto the stage and begins unlatching the coffin while
       Calliope throws more rose petals for some reason. Living-Jade
       slumps in her seat a bit, beginning to look green.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: ughhh...</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: yo babe its ok</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: easy for you to say! youve got practice with
@@ -293,7 +293,7 @@
       fashioned her a lovely flower crown. If not for all the blood caked
       down her front, and her conspicuous impalement, she’d look like she
       was merely sleeping.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="aradia">ARADIA: now this is more like it</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: i cant look...</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: oh</p>
@@ -304,7 +304,7 @@
       physical contact here for the purpose of getting his cuddle on.
       Instead of cradling Jade in his arms, he uses his hands to cover
       her eyes.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: uhh... what... are you doing??</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: emotional support yo</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Dave.</p>
@@ -365,7 +365,7 @@
       funeral-goers.</p>
       <p>Slowly, she lowers her arms, staring at her hands in shock. This
       time, she whispers:</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="calliope">CALLIOPE: please. roxy gathered yoU all here
       for a reason.</p>
       <p class="calliope">CALLIOPE: at least listen Until the end.</p>
@@ -374,7 +374,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Roxy comes back to the pulpit and wraps an arm
       around Calliope’s shoulders.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: look everyone im not dumb ok even tho i act
       like it sometimes</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: i know whats goin on here</p>
@@ -431,14 +431,14 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Roxy’s voice starts to crack. She staggers off
       the podium, clutching her bloated stomach.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="calliope">CALLIOPE: roxy? are yoU okay?</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: of course im not ok i just WENT INTO FREAKING
       LABOR</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: oh my god!</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">John scrambles to his feet.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: oh my god!</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: it’s happening, oh my god!!</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: ...</p>
@@ -452,7 +452,7 @@
       dutifully standing next to the corpse, who catches Roxy under the
       armpits when she topples backwards. He passes her off to John, who
       whips up a cushion of wind for her to recline on.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: doing ok there, sweetheart?</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: ugh whyd i let you put this thing inside
       me</p>
@@ -469,7 +469,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">John swoops his wife up in his arms and starts
       scrambling down the aisle.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="calliope">CALLIOPE: wait! i...</p>
       <p class="calliope">CALLIOPE: i woUld like to be there as well!</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: hurry up then!</p>
@@ -483,7 +483,7 @@
       teen-Jade’s peaceful face.</p>
       <p>Suddenly, the corpse bolts upright. Calliope yelps and falls on
       her butt. Adult-Jade screams.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: By jove!</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: jesus fuck</p>
@@ -491,7 +491,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Hair veiling her face, teen-Jade sets her
       hands on her chest and dissolves the shard bisecting her ribcage.
       The wound does not heal, but it doesn’t bleed either.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="calliope">CALLIOPE: jade! yoU...</p>
       <p class="calliope">CALLIOPE: yoU’re alive!</p>
       <p class="calliope">CALLIOPE: or, Um,</p>
@@ -500,7 +500,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">It takes the corpse a while to reply. Everyone
       waits for her to speak. When the words leave her mouth, they send a
       chill through the cathedral air.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="calliope-dead">JADE: i am not jade.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Slowly, Jade raises her head. The stage makeup
@@ -511,7 +511,7 @@
       infinite expanse. Meeting her gaze is like peering into a realm
       where light goes to die. Calliope finds the sensation disturbingly
       familiar.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="calliope">CALLIOPE: then who...</p>
       <p class="calliope">CALLIOPE: who are yoU?</p>
       <p class="calliope-dead">JADE: you know who i am, calliope.</p>
@@ -529,7 +529,7 @@
       growing quieter as she recedes into the distance.</p>
       <p>Kanaya adjusts the buttons on her very fashionable mourning
       gloves and sighs.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: This Certainly Is A Turn Of Events</p>
       <p class="aradia">ARADIA: ill say</p>
       <p class="aradia">ARADIA: at first i was underwhelmed with the
@@ -548,7 +548,7 @@
       has seen in years. It’s as if her glare is passing through the roof
       of the church and continuing unimpeded through the partitions of
       this very plane of reality itself.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="calliope-dead">JADE: you’re undoubtedly surprised.</p>
       <p class="calliope-dead">JADE: but these events were not
       unpredictable at all.</p>
@@ -557,7 +557,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">She spreads her arms and speaks in a voice as
       deep and dark as the void.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="calliope-dead">JADE: and while i cannot say the same
       thing for the rest of you,</p>
       <p class="calliope-dead">JADE: i, at least, am exactly where i am
@@ -565,7 +565,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jake meekly raises his hand, now treating the
       botched funeral as something closer to a classroom setting.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Hey uh.</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Not to come off as a total idiot here
       but...</p>
@@ -576,7 +576,7 @@
       radiating a sense of disdain for what may very well be the greatest
       living source of ignorance she has ever encountered in her many
       eons of existence.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="calliope-dead">JADE: my name is calliope.</p>
       <p class="calliope-dead">JADE: i am the muse of space.</p>
       <p class="calliope-dead">JADE: and i have entered this body to
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy22.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy22.xhtml
index 75008b1..83f8bf8 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy22.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy22.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s22'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 22</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: H3Y JOHN</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: T1M3 FOR YOUR R3GUL4R CH3CKUP H3H3H3</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: oh. hey.</p>
@@ -121,8 +121,8 @@
       M1NUT3S</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: whew. THANK you!</p>
       </div>
-      <p>—</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small weight-bold">—</div>
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: OK 1TS F1V3 M1NUT3S L4T3R</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: DONT T3LL M3 4NOTH3R TWO SW33PS H4V3
       P4SS3D</p>
@@ -136,8 +136,8 @@
       wild.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: here wait, let me take a picture.</p>
       </div>
-      <p>-- <span class="john">JOHN EGBERT</span> sent <span class="terezi">TEREZI PYROPE</span> the photo “ghostrain.jpg” --</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small weight-bold">-- <span class="john">JOHN EGBERT</span> sent <span class="terezi">TEREZI PYROPE</span> the photo “ghostrain.jpg” -- </div>
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: WH4T TH3 4CTU4L FUCK</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: it started a few days ago. the sky above the
       capital of the troll kingdom just cracked open and ghosts began
@@ -232,8 +232,8 @@
       <p class="john">JOHN: holy shit, hang on. i gotta take another
       picture.</p>
       </div>
-      <p>-- <span class="john">JOHN EGBERT</span> sent <span class="terezi">TEREZI PYROPE</span> the photo “PBandJ.jpg” --</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small weight-bold">-- <span class="john">JOHN EGBERT</span> sent <span class="terezi">TEREZI PYROPE</span> the photo “PBandJ.jpg” -- </div>
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: ...</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: WH4T TH3 FUCK 1S TH1S?!</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: heheheheh.</p>
@@ -367,7 +367,7 @@
       “redeemed” acolytes.</p>
       <p>John’s eye wanders toward the center of the crowd’s focus. Looks
       like a conversion is taking place right now.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: NoW We wElCoMe iNtO ThE DoPe aRmS Of
       mOtHeR ReDeMpTiOn tHiS lOwLy PeNiTeNt WhO’s AlL kInDs Of SoRrY
       aBoUt HiS pAsT dEeDs.</p>
@@ -403,7 +403,7 @@
       covering them both with little drops of milk, as clergy does with
       holy water. He then takes a swig from the bottle himself before
       returning it to his codpiece.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: NoW...</p>
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: kIsS, mY mOtHeRfUcKeRs.</p>
       <p class="feferi">FEFERI: Ummmm...</p>
@@ -426,12 +426,12 @@
       would have been transfixed by the spectacle for longer if his phone
       didn’t start buzzing in his pocket again. He fumbles it out of his
       coat and checks.</p>
-      <p>-- <span class="terezi">TEREZI PYROPE</span> sent <span class="john">JOHN EGBERT</span> the photo “H3R3.JPG” --</p>
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small weight-bold">-- <span class="terezi">TEREZI PYROPE</span> sent <span class="john">JOHN EGBERT</span> the photo “H3R3.JPG” -- </div>
       <p class="no-indent">He looks around, then presses “accept,”
       embarrassed to realize how fast his heart is beating. Before he can
       look at the photo, a familiar voice breaks through the din of the
       crowd.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: yo john</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: over here hon!</p>
       </div>
@@ -451,7 +451,7 @@
       horrible sight crawling across the sky above them. Calliope clasps
       her hands together and stares at the ship with a terse
       expression.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="calliope">CALLIOPE: it’s getting less and less UnUsUal to
       see those in the troll kingdom, isn’t it?</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: yeah.</p>
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy23.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy23.xhtml
index da2fc73..013a204 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy23.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy23.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s23'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 23</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: honey u ready to go?</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: yeah, sweetheart... give me a second!</p>
       </div>
@@ -89,14 +89,14 @@
       screwdriver, molding plaster... John’s so focused on finding places
       in his coat to hide all these things that he doesn’t hear footsteps
       behind him.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="harry">HARRY ANDERSON: dad... what are you doing?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">John spins around, startled. It’s just his
       kid, though, already looking uncomfortable in his tweed jacket and
       knee socks. John kicks the closet door closed. He already has
       everything he needs anyway.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: just getting your gifts, harry anderson! it’s
       your birthday after all.</p>
       <p class="harry">HARRY ANDERSON: ...but i already opened all the
@@ -109,13 +109,13 @@
       good father wouldn’t need to keep any secrets from his son. No, a
       good dad will always let his son in on the joke, no matter how much
       trouble he might be about to get himself in.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: harry anderson, don’t tell your mother
       but...</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: we’re getting a new addition to the family
       today!</p>
       </div>
-      <p>—</p>
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small weight-bold">—</div>
       <p class="no-indent">It’s little Tavros Crocker who opens the door
       to Jane’s opulent mansion. He’s still so short that he has to stand
       up on his toes to reach the knob. He stares up at his visitors with
@@ -123,7 +123,7 @@
       the size of his pupils so that they look like big, wet, depressing
       sinkholes. John’s heart wrenches at the sight of him. He’s so
       young, but he always looks so somber and sad.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="gamzee">TAVROS: Oh,,, hallo folks,</p>
       <p class="gamzee">TAVROS: You’re a mite early don’t you think?</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: um, nope!</p>
@@ -133,7 +133,7 @@
       in a pressed red suit, she in a glittering Space dress. They’re
       both holding gifts wrapped in spare printer paper. Dave adjusts his
       sunglasses and smirks at Harry Anderson.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: you were exactly thirty seconds and like
       sixty eight nanoseconds early</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: oh eff off dave</p>
@@ -173,7 +173,7 @@
       leads everyone inside with a stoic countenance more befitting of a
       footman than the firstborn son of the planet’s wealthiest
       family.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: sooo</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: wheres ur mom and dad</p>
       <p class="gamzee">TAVROS: They’re still in,,, uh,,, auspistice
@@ -190,7 +190,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Roxy sighs loudly through her nose. She hates
       talking about this shit.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: cuz of the political situation</p>
       <p class="harry">HARRY ANDERSON: what’s... a political
       situation?</p>
@@ -207,7 +207,7 @@
       than a little jarring that this five-year-old kid seems so well
       educated on the intricacies of xenophobic political policy. But
       then again, this is Jane’s son, they remind themselves.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="gamzee">TAVROS: Anyway,,, wh, why would you WANT vriska
       to be here,,,?</p>
       <p class="gamzee">TAVROS: Why ruin a nice birthday party?</p>
@@ -243,7 +243,7 @@
       be ordered around. Harry Anderson is opening his gifts from Jade
       and Dave when a door upstairs slams open so hard it rattles all the
       crystal glasses arranged on the nearby table.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: You are such an unbelievable dunce, Jake
       English!</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: I can’t believe that I work so hard and have
@@ -255,7 +255,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Jake’s side of the conversation is too far
       away to hear, but Gamzee’s unmistakable mush-mouthed voice floats
       down the hallway between the sharp edges of Jane’s shrieks.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: And you’re not even... you’re not even
       proficient in bed anymore!</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: What is even the POINT of you if...</p>
@@ -265,7 +265,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Tavros stares at his feet, wearing a strained
       expression.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="gamzee">TAVROS: It’s fine,,, my parents are kismeses
       after all,,,</p>
       </div>
@@ -277,7 +277,7 @@
       smiles, looking cordial and perfectly pleasant, fluttering her
       lashes like there’s nothing in the world more important to her than
       being an excellent host.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: Oh. Hello everyone.</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: I’m sorry that I was not able to greet you at
       the door. I had some pre-appointed business to attend to.</p>
@@ -288,7 +288,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jane pats him on the head as she goes by,
       patronizingly, like you’d pet a dog. Or Gamzee.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: Harry Anderson, my dear!</p>
       <p class="harry">HARRY ANDERSON: auntie jane!</p>
       </div>
@@ -299,7 +299,7 @@
       sees the queasy face he’s making. Jane is, unfortunately, Harry
       Anderson’s favorite aunt. She gained his affection the same way she
       gains everyone’s affection: she fucking bought it.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: Look at you! You’ve gotten so big and strong
       since I last saw you!</p>
       <p class="harry">HARRY ANDERSON: i grew a whole three inches!</p>
@@ -321,7 +321,7 @@
       one of those drone thingies for my son.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jane rises to her feet, huffing.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: And if I did, John, what would be the problem
       with that?</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: um...</p>
@@ -337,7 +337,7 @@
       her husband. Dave and Jade have also developed a profound interest
       in the patterns woven into the expensive carpet under their
       feet.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: er</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: well i cant say im comfy with it but</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: but???</p>
@@ -355,7 +355,7 @@
       birthday. John has to pinch his nose and practice controlled
       breathing to keep himself from getting mad for real. Getting in an
       argument right now would totally fuck up all his plans.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: ok. fine. you know what?</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: i don’t care.</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: rly</p>
@@ -407,7 +407,7 @@
       all about your dad’s glory days?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Tavros blinks up at John in surprise.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: Oh, I can take you there, John.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: NO!</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: i mean... no, that’s fine.</p>
@@ -438,7 +438,7 @@
       him out of the room. When they’re upstairs together, far enough
       away from the party, Tavros wrenches his hands together and
       asks:</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="gamzee">TAVROS: Uncle john,,, what’s the real reason
       we’re up here,,,?</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: oh. i could see that you were getting
@@ -458,7 +458,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">John grabs Tavros by his chubby wrist and
       begins dragging him around a corner, from one featureless white
       hallway into another.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="gamzee">TAVROS: This isn’t the right way,</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: i know. hey tavros, why don’t we just go to
       your room for a minute?</p>
@@ -477,7 +477,7 @@
       he expecting from this situation, having been led away to a
       secluded part of the house by an adult? What has he been taught to
       expect?</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: tavros...</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: is everything ok?</p>
       <p class="gamzee">TAVROS: ,,,</p>
@@ -507,7 +507,7 @@
       of his shoe. The floor is sticky here, like the floor of a movie
       theater. He bends down to touch it, and give it a sniff. Just as he
       thought. Faygo.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: tavros... does gamzee ever come into your
       room?</p>
       <p class="gamzee">TAVROS: Possibly,,,?</p>
@@ -516,7 +516,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">John glances under the bed, then sees it. A
       half-finished bottle of Faygo.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: isn’t that his faygo there??</p>
       <p class="gamzee">TAVROS: Oh,,, my, no,</p>
       <p class="gamzee">TAVROS: Please, uncle john,,, don’t tell my
@@ -529,14 +529,14 @@
       everything about the boy’s life it could be implying. He takes a
       deep breath, and becomes very serious. He places a hand on Tavros’
       shoulder, and looks him directly in the eye.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: tavros, listen to me.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: are you... getting... bad touched by your
       uncle gamzee?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Tavros seems taken aback by the question. Then
       appears thoughtful.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="gamzee">TAVROS: Oh,,, uh,,,,</p>
       <p class="gamzee">TAVROS: No??</p>
       <p class="gamzee">TAVROS: But, yes,,, i can gather how you might
@@ -549,7 +549,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">A look of sadness washes over John’s face. A
       sadness deeper than either kind he could summon for the previous
       two funerals he’s attended.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: what would make you say that?</p>
       <p class="gamzee">TAVROS: Well, i think,,,</p>
       <p class="gamzee">TAVROS: For the same reason that led you yourself
@@ -573,7 +573,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Tavros sighs again. John makes no effort to
       disguise his look of grave disapproval and sorrow.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="gamzee">TAVROS: I don’t want you to worry,,, too much,
       though,</p>
       <p class="gamzee">TAVROS: His occasional sojourns in my room are
@@ -593,7 +593,7 @@
       arranged stack of papers off the desk. They flutter through the
       room like dead leaves caught in an autumn storm. Soon the room is
       howling with his sustained winds.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: that’s IT!!!!!</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: tavros, start packing right now.</p>
       <p class="gamzee">TAVROS: Packing,,,?</p>
@@ -622,7 +622,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">John produces his screwdriver and a length of
       wire from the inside pocket of his suit jacket.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: we’re leaving through that window, one way or
       another.</p>
       </div>
@@ -660,7 +660,7 @@
       She looks like a shadow with her dark hair hiding her face. John
       can’t tell what kind of expression she’s making under there. She
       speaks softly.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: john...... what are you doing?</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: um...</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: nothing!</p>
@@ -670,7 +670,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">She twitches her dog-ears and raises her face.
       Her mouth is a neutral line, but her eyes are burning
       furiously.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: i heard everything</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">The two of them stare at each other for a long
@@ -679,13 +679,13 @@
       she’s passed him by, just like the rest of the world. Tavros is
       cowering in his closet, fiddling with the strap on his
       backpack.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: so, what are you going to do?</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: tell jane?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jade flinches like she’s been hit. She flicks
       her tail, breaks eye contact.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: john...</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: i wouldnt do that to you</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: youd probably end up on jakes stupid
@@ -693,7 +693,7 @@
       <p class="john">JOHN: then are you gonna help me?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">She shakes her head.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: i cant do that either</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: you know that this is just going to make
       everything worse right???</p>
@@ -720,7 +720,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jade sighs in frustration and pushes back her
       bangs.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: john, jane is one of the most POWERFUL people
       on the ENTIRE PLANET!!!</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: do you REALLY think that you can keep him
@@ -737,7 +737,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">A gust of wind blasts in through the window
       and blows back Jade’s hair, leaving it all mussed over her
       shoulders. John points at her.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: if there was another way we would have found
       it by now!!!</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: but there isn’t one, because everyone’s been
@@ -788,7 +788,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">The wind in the room picks up. It skates
       against the walls, dislodges books from the shelf, gets under the
       bedsheets and balloons them off the mattress.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: the jade i used to know was caring and
       selfless! all you ever wanted was for your friends to be safe!</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: you weren’t this... this SELFISH!</p>
@@ -808,11 +808,11 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">John and Jade stop. There is another shadow
       cast in the doorway. A much darker one.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: Excuse me.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">She says in a sugar-sweet voice.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: But what the FUCK is going on in here?!</p>
       <p class="gamzee">TAVROS: Oh,,, no,,,,,</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: jane!! haha!!!</p>
@@ -835,7 +835,7 @@
       including Jake Crocker himself. They’ve all come upstairs to
       investigate the noise. Tavros flinches when a book slams against
       the closet door, two inches from his face.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: wats going on</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: oh shit</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: i don’t know, jane. i feel like if i really
@@ -897,7 +897,7 @@
       the debris spinning in every direction, smashing against the walls
       and bedposts. John doesn’t seem to notice, encased in his own
       cyclonic armor.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: oh my god i am so sick of all this domestic
       relationship shit every fucking day</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: can we talk about something else for once</p>
@@ -952,13 +952,13 @@
       edge of the door. Everyone else is clustered around the doorway.
       Jade stares at John with a dark expression. After a beat of
       silence, Harry Anderson starts crying.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: i... i...</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Roxy won’t meet his eyes. Dave won’t either.
       John turns to Tavros, opens his mouth to apologize, but the kid
       just ducks deeper into the closet, trembling.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: i’m sor—</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: No one wants to hear it, John.</p>
       </div>
@@ -986,7 +986,7 @@
       frosting in the air as he looks at the screen. The color of the
       text sends a jolt through his blood. With shaking fingers, he
       answers the text.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: JOHN</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: 4R3 YOU TH3R3</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: 1 R34LLY N33D TO T4LK TO SOM3ON3 R1GHT
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy24.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy24.xhtml
index 8d3ce3d..714f4af 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy24.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy24.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s24'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 24</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="calliope-dead">JADE: the timelines are interacting
       again.</p>
       <p class="aradia">ARADIA: ooh do you hear anything interesting</p>
@@ -53,7 +53,7 @@
       to reinstate her corporeal presence, couldn’t care less about her
       host’s appearance. It is simply serving as a functional vessel for
       the crucial role she now must play.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="calliope-dead">JADE: what would you classify as
       interesting?</p>
       <p class="aradia">ARADIA: oh the usual</p>
@@ -66,8 +66,8 @@
       <p class="calliope-dead">JADE: very well.</p>
       <p class="calliope-dead">JADE: let’s see.</p>
       </div>
-      <p>—</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small weight-bold">—</div>
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: H4H4H4 1 TH1NK 1M DY1NG</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: oh no!</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: what happened?</p>
@@ -140,11 +140,11 @@
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: 1M SUR3</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: ...</p>
       </div>
-      <p>—</p>
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small weight-bold">—</div>
       <p class="no-indent">Aradia leans over and sticks her nose in
       dead-Jade’s face. She watches how her eyebrows wrinkle at the
       center, just a little bit.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="aradia">ARADIA: so</p>
       <p class="aradia">ARADIA: what do you see</p>
       <p class="calliope-dead">JADE: nothing i would describe as
@@ -163,8 +163,8 @@
       visi0ns.</p>
       <p class="aradia">ARADIA: ok im sorry im just really curious!</p>
       </div>
-      <p>—</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small weight-bold">—</div>
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: no sign of her yet?</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: NO</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: terezi, seriously. it’s been years here.</p>
@@ -196,13 +196,13 @@
       <p class="john">JOHN: so why are you still trying so hard?</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: ...</p>
       </div>
-      <p>—</p>
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small weight-bold">—</div>
       <p class="no-indent">Aradia stretches her arms over her head and
       yawns. She launches from her perch at the edge of the meteor
       facility with a little somersault, coasting through the air so that
       she’s level with Sollux’s face. She gives one of his horns a light
       tap, to affirm her proximity.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="aradia">ARADIA: she talks in five word sentences so even
       im still in the dark about what it is shes really trying to
       accomplish</p>
@@ -239,13 +239,13 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Calliope lets out a long, thin sigh from
       between the teeth of Jade’s corpse. It’s more for effect than
       anything, as corpses don’t actually need to breathe.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="calliope-dead">JADE: we are the ones fortunate enough to
       live in a reality that is beyond the influence of the prince.</p>
       <p class="sollux">SOLLUX: wh0 the fuck is the prince?</p>
       </div>
-      <p>—</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small weight-bold">—</div>
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: 1V3 N3V3R TOLD 4NYON3 TH1S B3FOR3</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: W3LL</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: NOT 4NYON3 WHO C4R3D 3NOUGH TO L1ST3N 4T
@@ -349,10 +349,10 @@
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: 1 JUST W4NT3D TO G1V3 YOU TH3 COURT3SY OF
       CLOSUR3</p>
       </div>
-      <p>—</p>
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small weight-bold">—</div>
       <p class="no-indent">Dead-Jade’s eyes slowly flutter open. She gets
       to her feet and brushes down her skirt.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="aradia">ARADIA: are you done working for the day</p>
       <p class="calliope-dead">JADE: the work is never finished.</p>
       <p class="calliope-dead">JADE: not until i am able to deal with the
@@ -362,7 +362,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">The meteor is passing beyond the fall of
       night. Dead-Jade, standing half in light, half in darkness, looks
       up at the sky.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="calliope-dead">JADE: not soon enough.</p>
       </div>
       </div>
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index c0e7df2..81fe736 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy25.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy25.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s25'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 25</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: SWIFER</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: SWIFER CAN YOU...</p>
       </div>
@@ -47,16 +47,16 @@
       get used to, living hand-to-mouth inside a cave. It’s that
       persistent fucking leak directly above his desk that is driving him
       to distraction.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: SWIFER!</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Swifer Eggmop pokes her head into the
       chamber.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="kanaya">SWIFER: Aye aye Commander! What’s up?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Karkat pinches the bridge of his nose.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: FOR THE LAST TIME, DON’T CALL ME
       THAT.</p>
       <p class="kanaya">SWIFER: Why not, Commander? Yer the Commander,
@@ -92,7 +92,7 @@
       the jaunty beat and struggling to knock his knees together with the
       required vigor. The fact that he is shackled at the wrists doesn’t
       seem to be helping.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="kanaya">SWIFER: Poor Cliper.</p>
       <p class="kanaya">SWIFER: He could record a stat like nobody’s
       business but no one ever taught the boy how to dance.</p>
@@ -113,7 +113,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Swifer frowns and tugs at the kerchief around
       her neck.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="kanaya">SWIFER: Golly. Look Commander. That’s a big
       question that I think you gotta take up with someone more in the
       know than myself.</p>
@@ -125,7 +125,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Karkat throws both hands in the air
       melodramatically. A drop of stale water plops off one of his nubby
       little horns.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: YOU KNOW, RIGHT ABOVE THE PLACE WHERE WE
       KEEP ALL OF OUR FRAGILE LOGISTICS EQUIPMENT?</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: DIDN’T I TELL YOU TO FIX THAT A FUCKING
@@ -146,7 +146,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Karkat gapes at her, open-mouthed. She grins
       back, unaware of any mistake on her part. The only thing he can do
       is bury his face in his palms.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: UGH.</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: YOU KNOW WHAT?</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: I’M GOING TO GET SOME FRESH AIR.</p>
@@ -173,7 +173,7 @@
       <p>As he stomps through the winding tunnels, thinking very hard
       about this incredibly tragic thing, his speaker crab crackles to
       life.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Well</p>
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: That Was A Lot</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: OH SHIT.</p>
@@ -262,7 +262,7 @@
       takes two steps out of her crater before falling flat on her face
       again. Karkat runs to help her, putting her arm over his shoulders
       and dragging her out of the dust cloud from the impact.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: MEENAH??</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?</p>
       </div>
@@ -270,7 +270,7 @@
       that seem different to him somehow, but he can’t put his finger on
       it. He has to admit, it’s been a long time since he saw her. She
       seems singed, woozy, but mostly undamaged.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="feferi">MEENAH: woah shouty mcnubs that you</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: UH, THAT’S STILL NOT MY NAME. BUT
       YEAH.</p>
@@ -287,7 +287,7 @@
       his eye. A gold ring on her finger. He glances back up to look in
       her eyes. They aren’t blank, like all the other fallen ghosts’ eyes
       are.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: WAIT A MINUTE.</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: ARE YOU...</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: ALIVE???</p>
@@ -319,7 +319,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Karkat side-eyes the revived heiress,
       flinching only slightly at that last pun, before offering a
       reluctant nod.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="feferi">MEENAH: what are you up to?</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: WELL...</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: THAT’S LIKE, A WHOLE FUCKING
@@ -335,7 +335,7 @@
       in this older, battle-hardened version of Karkat impresses her. She
       starts laughing, big and bright. She slaps him so hard on the
       shoulder that he nearly falls down.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: ACK.</p>
       <p class="feferi">MEENAH: now thats what im TALKIN about</p>
       <p class="feferi">MEENAH: yeah i could use a new seacond in
@@ -387,7 +387,7 @@
       has turned into a grimace.</p>
       <p>Above them, the sky tears open again, and again. A new wave of
       ghosts pours in from Meenah’s doomed assault.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="feferi">MEENAH: well here comes the caviarlry</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: THE WHAT?</p>
       <p class="feferi">MEENAH: the cavia—</p>
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index 8ec611a..1fdb0e1 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy26.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy26.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s26'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 26</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">J</span>ohn stares
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">J</span>ohn stares
       at his phone for a while, thumb pressed to the space just below the
       “send message” button. He realizes he’s not dwelling so much on the
       content he’s hesitating to send—which now that he’s looking at it,
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy27.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy27.xhtml
index 96399bc..3e892a2 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy27.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy27.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s27'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 27</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">T</span>en years
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">T</span>en years
       have gone by.</p>
       <p>Two minutes before midnight, a teenage boy crosses beneath the
       neon lights of the Trollish slums, stepping quick and sure-footed
@@ -49,7 +49,7 @@
       Anderson and Vriska part, both wet-mouthed and short of breath.
       Harry Anderson wipes a bit of blood off of his bottom lip. Vriska
       pokes him in the chest and hisses.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="vriska">VRISKA: What took you so long????????</p>
       <p class="harry">HARRY ANDERSON: hey, give me a break here vris. my
       auntie has guards breathing down my neck day and night.</p>
@@ -60,7 +60,7 @@
       parents’ genes, all things considered. He’s got his father’s
       infectious grin, his mother’s long eyelashes, and his “auntie’s”
       unusually blue eyes.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="harry">HARRY ANDERSON: fucking gamzee.</p>
       <p class="harry">HARRY ANDERSON: he was all like:</p>
       <p class="harry">HARRY ANDERSON: Yo HaRrY mY dAwG, yOu Go OuT aNd
@@ -73,7 +73,7 @@
       and vaguely lewd posture. Harry Anderson starts giggling too. He
       can’t help it. She’s so pretty and her laugh is both cruel and
       infectious.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="harry">HARRY ANDERSON: god! he always makes sure to point
       out that he’s politically neutral in literally every sentence that
       comes out of his mouth, even though he’s *definitely* still fucking
@@ -88,7 +88,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Vriska hooks two fingers under the hem of
       Harry Anderson’s shirt and reels him in close.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="vriska">VRISKA: In thaaaaaaaat case...</p>
       <p class="vriska">VRISKA: Why don’t we run aw8y and join the
       rebellion together, Harry Anderson? Wouldn’t that be Terribly
@@ -118,7 +118,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Vriska shoves Harry Anderson. Not playfully.
       He hits the bricks behind him with a soft ‘oof,’ then keeps
       laughing.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="harry">HARRY ANDERON: oh my god, vriska, you always talk
       so big but you’re not any more of a rebel than i am!</p>
       <p class="vriska">VRISKA: Oh shuuuuuuuut up. You don’t know shit,
@@ -139,19 +139,19 @@
       over it.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Vriska snorts at him condescendingly.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="vriska">VRISKA: Don’t be ridiculous Harry.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">She pushes him up against the wall again and
       kisses him hard.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="vriska">VRISKA: If we really do end up absconding from
       our mediocre Hot Teen Lives to become rebels, then OBVI8USLY I’m
       going to be the one with the Extremely Dashing And Sexy eyepatch.
       H8h8h8h8h8h8h8h8!!!!!!!!</p>
       </div>
-      <p>—</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small weight-bold">—</div>
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="aradia">ARADIA: hmm its getting pretty bad down there</p>
       <p class="sollux">SOLLUX: wh0 cares.</p>
       <p class="sollux">SOLLUX: this is 0fficially s0mething we d0n’t
@@ -170,7 +170,7 @@
       looked like from the sky as well? Aradia lived far from the city,
       and that all seems so long ago anyway. Sollux comes to stand by
       her, popping open a can of fizzy drink.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="aradia">ARADIA: karkats really going to fight that war
       isnt he</p>
       <p class="sollux">SOLLUX: yeah.</p>
@@ -199,7 +199,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Sollux tosses Aradia a can of fizzy drink. She
       catches it without looking, cracks it open and takes a long,
       refreshing sip of the hissing liquid.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="aradia">ARADIA: hm</p>
       <p class="aradia">ARADIA: in that case i guess we should keep
       watching</p>
@@ -266,7 +266,7 @@
       horns and distinctive shoulder-hunch. Of course.</p>
       <p>John snorts back his tears and jaunts forward with a jolly
       wave.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: hi, karkat!</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Karkat blinks and looks up, startled out of
@@ -275,14 +275,14 @@
       bitchin’ eyepatch, he looks almost imposing. Kind of dashing,
       actually. When he opens his mouth, however, he’s just the same old
       Karkat.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: HI AGAIN IDIOT.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: what are you doing standing out here alone
       like a creep?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Karkat’s frown gets deeper, and he picks at
       the red cording that runs down the breastplate of his uniform.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: I REALLY SHOULDN’T BE HERE.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: why not? you were on the guest list.</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: OH, HMM, I DON’T KNOW. MAYBE THINK ABOUT
@@ -290,7 +290,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">John chews his lip and thinks about it for ten
       seconds.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: i guess this would probably be pretty hard to
       watch if you were still, you know, all heartbroken about it.</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: I WOULDN’T SAY THAT I WAS STILL “ALL
@@ -301,7 +301,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">John joins him at railing and bumps his
       shoulder. Karkat groans and runs a hand down his face, obviously
       still a little “all heartbroken” about it.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: IT’S JUST THAT BREAK UPS ARE HARD, AND
       OFTEN HAVE UNEXPECTED CONSEQUENCES THAT CAN LINGER FOR YEARS.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: you’re telling me. when my wife left me, she
@@ -353,7 +353,7 @@
       stroke of light over the water, like a blade descending from the
       night sky to shear the harbor in half. He takes a despondent sip of
       his champagne and sighs.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: i dunno. it doesn’t seem responsible,
       really... to dedicate my life to something so important when i’m in
       a place where i can’t even find the energy to think that getting
@@ -375,7 +375,7 @@
       reflecting the light from the party. He opens his mouth to say
       something, but is distracted by movement from inside the
       ballroom.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: OH SHIT.</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: HERE COMES DAVE. I HAVE TO GET THE FUCK
       OUT OF HERE.</p>
@@ -386,7 +386,7 @@
       elegant bound. John watches him rappel down the cliffside until he
       disappears beneath the precipice shadows. Wow. Karkat grew up to be
       kind of cool. Who would have guessed?</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: no john dont do it</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">John spins on his heel to see Dave in the
@@ -396,7 +396,7 @@
       this guy’s almost forty. Jesus Christ, are they seriously almost
       forty? Yes, they’re technically immortal—that doesn’t mean the
       encroaching milestone isn’t making him feel dizzy nonetheless.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: huh? don’t do what?</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: oh you looked pretty bummed when you left the
       reception and then i find you staring at the ocean like you just
@@ -423,7 +423,7 @@
       mention what he was actually doing. And definitely not to mention
       who just rappelled off the balcony with alarming stealth and
       grace.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: ...appreciating how pretty the view is.</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: hm yeah i love the sight of the military
       industrial complex destroying the landscape in the evening</p>
@@ -436,7 +436,7 @@
       empty glass, looking for another shot of sparkling social
       lubricant. Dave tops him off before taking a long swig off the
       bottle himself.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: you okay, dude?</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: eh</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: having been married once before, i gotta
@@ -447,7 +447,7 @@
       this all just feels like</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Dave shrugs.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: whatever</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: i was sort of hoping that</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: i mean considering that were working together
@@ -457,7 +457,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">John looks down and twirls the stem of his
       glass between two fingers.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: so you’re still not... um, over that?</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: the whole karkat thing?</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: i mean will i ever be over it??</p>
@@ -475,7 +475,7 @@
       picture is still in his wallet: faded, dog-eared, marred by ragged
       white lines down the center from being folded and unfolded so many
       times, deep enough to be called valleys at this point.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: right.</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: right</p>
       </div>
@@ -483,7 +483,7 @@
       atmosphere, sipping their booze, contemplating the suckiness of
       being an adult. Dave lets out a soft laugh and slaps John on the
       back. John swallows his champagne wrong and starts coughing.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: yo dude thanks for being my best man</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: *cough* oh. th-thanks, man. no problem!</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: cuz you are</p>
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index d9f40fb..13a97fd 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy28.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy28.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s28'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 28</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">T</span>hat being
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">T</span>hat being
       said, it’s very rude, all things considered, for Karkat to start a
       war on Harry Anderson’s birthday.</p>
       <p>John’s floating above the outskirts of the Human Capital,
@@ -63,19 +63,19 @@
       crater and peers through the smoke.</p>
       <p>He recognizes the ghost immediately, because he sees a younger
       version of her almost every day.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: vriska?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Vriska’s face snaps up, eyes blazing. Eyes.
       Actual eyes, with expression, color, pupils, and everything.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: wait. you’re...</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: alive??</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">John skids down the side of the crater and
       helps her sit up. He wasn’t imagining it. She’s extremely alive.
       And extremely wounded. And above all, extremely Vriska.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: oh my god. you’re not just “vriska”...</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: you’re *actually* vriska!</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: you’re like, literal, for real, actual
@@ -86,7 +86,7 @@
       her chest. It appears to be the same material as whatever was
       piercing the center of teen-Jade’s corpse. She’s bleeding bright
       blue all down her side, but her expression is wild.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="vriska">VRISKA: What the F8CK are you t8lking a8out?</p>
       <p class="vriska">VRISKA: Where am I????????</p>
       <p class="vriska">VRISKA: I c8n’t 8e here! I h8ve to go
@@ -102,7 +102,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">She whirls around and grabs John by the
       shoulders. She starts shaking him, voice cracking with crazed
       desperation.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="vriska">VRISKA: I need to go 8ack!</p>
       <p class="vriska">VRISKA: I need to SEE!!!!!!!!</p>
       <p class="vriska">VRISKA: I NEED TO SEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!</p>
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy29.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy29.xhtml
index 2ae399b..28ad299 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy29.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy29.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s29'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 29</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="calliope-dead">JADE: i see him.</p>
       <p class="aradia">ARADIA: ooh is it the prince</p>
       <p class="sollux">SOLLUX: fucking finally.</p>
@@ -38,7 +38,7 @@
       here, and rouses it from perfect, corpse-like stillness. Dead-Jade
       unfolds from her meditation pose and pushes to her feet in an
       elegant sweep.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="calliope-dead">JADE: it is the one i have been waiting
       for all these years.</p>
       <p class="calliope-dead">JADE: we have run along parallel lines for
@@ -53,7 +53,7 @@
       Jade’s body out into the open air. She casts her pitch-black eyes
       down to watch the dark clouds of battle beginning to form above the
       Human Capital below. Sollux frowns.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="sollux">SOLLUX: are y0u sure y0u want t0 g0 d0wn there?
       it seems like it’s ab0ut t0 get wild.</p>
       <p class="calliope-dead">JADE: yes. more than you can possibly
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy3.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy3.xhtml
index 2dcc0ac..f876ef7 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy3.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy3.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s3'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 3</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">Y</span>es,
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">Y</span>es,
       something feels <em>very</em> different.</p>
       <p>Dirk’s hands begin to shake, so violently that he drops his
       screwdriver into the chassis of the battle bot he’s working on. It
@@ -40,7 +40,7 @@
       them. He nearly drops his phone while attempting to dramatically
       autodial Jane’s number through the haze of his trembling, sudorific
       stupor.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Hey, Jane. Bad news.</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Cancel everything.</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: Excuse me, what?</p>
@@ -61,7 +61,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jane gasps loudly, without a hint of
       irony.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: I don’t understand.</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Don’t worry about it.</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Just do what I say.</p>
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy30.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy30.xhtml
index a9cd10e..9d59e3e 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy30.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy30.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s30'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 30</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">A</span>s Jake
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">A</span>s Jake
       traverses the length of Jane’s ship, he suspects he has never
       carried more dread in his heart than he does in this moment.</p>
       <p>The burden of the call he just received weighs so heavily upon
@@ -53,7 +53,7 @@
       approaches. He has to conspicuously clear his throat before Jane
       turns her attention away from Gamzee, and even then she only
       dignifies Jake’s appearance with a fleeting glance.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: Do you need something?</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Well... i have some terrible news i’m
       afraid.</p>
@@ -74,7 +74,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Jane’s face twists in annoyance. She is quite
       a bit shorter than Jake now, but the way she looks down on him
       makes her seem like she towers ten feet above him.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: My <em>goodness</em>, Jake! What do you want?
       Can’t you see I’m right in the middle of something?! Just spit it
       out already!</p>
@@ -87,7 +87,7 @@
       <p>Jake swallows like he’s in a cartoon. It’s a big, loud gulp. A
       sound that instantly rachets up Jane’s annoyance—like most of
       Jake’s actions seem to, these days.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: I...</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Well you see...</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: I guess ill come right out and say it
@@ -102,7 +102,7 @@
       the statement strikes her, sending a jolt of shock through her
       chest.</p>
       <p>It passes quickly, though. She’d almost forgotten.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: An unfortunate incident, but it’s no
       matter.</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: I’ll simply revive him, and then make sure
@@ -114,7 +114,7 @@
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Theres no body for you to revive at all.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jane’s eyes widen in disbelief.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: What?</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: What... what happened?</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: It... word from the secret service is that it
@@ -143,7 +143,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jake’s gaze falls to the floor. Jane’s hand
       clutches at the front of her suit in an unsteady fist.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: P... please tell me you’re joking.</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: Jake, tell me this is just a prank.</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Im... im afraid not jane.</p>
@@ -155,7 +155,7 @@
       now. She’s come so far.</p>
       <p>Jane sniffles and swipes at her eyes with the back of her hand.
       She won’t cry. But she can be angry instead.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: UGH!</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: That... that fool!!</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: I can’t believe that he would do this!</p>
@@ -171,7 +171,7 @@
       a wounded animal—pulls her into a hug.</p>
       <p>Jane is too dazed to protest. She limply stares past Jake, eyes
       unfocused.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: I don’t... no...</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Shhhh. Shhhh. Everythings going to be ok.</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: God. I can’t believe he...</p>
@@ -195,7 +195,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Gamzee turns to the bridge crew and gestures
       magnificently with his arms. Rivulets of milk are running down his
       chin.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: hOnK iF yOu LoVe ThIs BiG tItTy
       BiZzNaTcH!</p>
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: WhOoP wHoOp!</p>
@@ -213,7 +213,7 @@
       to the bridge and takes a forward step, stumbling slightly in her
       heels. But she catches her balance, fixes her posture, and slips
       back on a stony mask.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: All right.</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: Jake! Get the president on the phone.</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: It’s clear to me now that it’s past time for
@@ -240,7 +240,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jane is blazing with fury. She marches to the
       center of the bridge.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: ALL OF YOU, RETURN TO YOUR STATIONS! WE ARE
       CHANGING COURSE!</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: WE WILL BE GOING DIRECTLY TO MEET WITH THE
@@ -253,7 +253,7 @@
       navigator adjusts the ship’s destination coordinates, and the comms
       officer opens a line with the government’s seat of command. Only
       one man in the room is brave enough to take a stand.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: hEy.</p>
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: Do YoU tHiNk ThAt MiGhT bE a BiT
       mOtHeRfUcKinG xEnOpHoBiC?</p>
@@ -261,7 +261,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Jane spins on her heel like a whirlwind, her
       face twisted into a hideous snarl. She rounds on Gamzee with all
       the hatred she can muster.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: XENOPHOBIC?</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: I am not fucking xenophobic!</p>
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: i’M jUsT sAyInG mY mOsT bOdAcIoUs Of
@@ -290,7 +290,7 @@
       silent.</p>
       <p>Gamzee smiles vacantly down at Jane, unaware of his misstep.
       When Jane next speaks, it is in a controlled, steady voice.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: Security.</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: Escort this troll off of my ship. Now.</p>
       </div>
@@ -299,7 +299,7 @@
       swarm, grabbing him by his arms. The baby bottle tumbles out of his
       grasp, busting open when it falls. The remaining milk spills out,
       pooling in the recessed lighting of the floor.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: wHoA wHoA wHoA, hOlD uP!</p>
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: YoU cAn’T jUsT gO aNd ThRoW mE oFf BoArD,
       mY mIlKy MaMi.</p>
@@ -308,7 +308,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">The security officers begin to pull Gamzee
       away, but he makes one final desperate play.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: wAiT!! jUsT hEaR mE oUt!!</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: What?</p>
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: iF yOu ThRoW mE oUt I’lL bE aLl LoSt AnD
@@ -321,7 +321,7 @@
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: It’S aBoUt YoU.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jane stops.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: What...?</p>
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: i NeEd YoU...</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: Are you saying that y—</p>
@@ -337,7 +337,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jane sneers. She has no idea why she thought
       for even a moment that he might have meant anything else.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: I am so...</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: Ugh. Forget it.</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: You are despicable.</p>
@@ -350,7 +350,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Jane’s eyes rake up and down Gamzee’s body,
       like she’s carefully considering her response. Her face is
       expressionless when she answers.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: Begone, clown.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jane turns, and waves the security away. The
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy31.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy31.xhtml
index 78fe2f2..20623a8 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy31.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy31.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s31'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 31</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="vriska">VRISKA: John, I need to see!</p>
       <p class="vriska">VRISKA: How do I get 8ack!?</p>
       </div>
@@ -34,7 +34,7 @@
       flying overhead. Aside from the encroaching fleet, the blue sky is
       seamless and calm. The hole that Vriska came through has already
       sealed up.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: um.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: i don’t think you *can* go back.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: i have no idea what the exact scientific
@@ -46,7 +46,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Vriska releases her vice grip on John’s arms
       so that she can cradle her head between her hands.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="vriska">VRISKA: Oh my god!</p>
       <p class="vriska">VRISKA: This is the worst thing that could h8ve
       possibly h8ppened to me.</p>
@@ -57,7 +57,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Vriska gestures wordlessly at John’s entire
       body. Then she leans in closer to study his face, squinting with
       suspicion.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="vriska">VRISKA: John, are you old?</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: um. a little, i guess.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: i mean, i’m going to live forever apparently,
@@ -67,7 +67,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Vriska runs both hands down her face, leaving
       long, dark streaks of blood.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="vriska">VRISKA: I can’t 8e here.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: vriska...</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: wait, actually, i guess i shouldn’t call you
@@ -105,7 +105,7 @@
       flinch at the sound of a sonic cannon blasting off behind her. She
       slowly peels her hands from her face and glares at John as one of
       her eyes twitches at the corner.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="vriska">(VRISKA): ...</p>
       <p class="vriska">(VRISKA): ...</p>
       <p class="vriska">(VRISKA): That’s...</p>
@@ -126,13 +126,13 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">(Vriska) paws at her head wound, fingers numb
       and vision blurry.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Wh8tever the fuck it was that hit me in
       the head!</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">She sways on her feet. John tries to steady
       her, but she slaps his hands away.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: do you wanna see a doctor for that or
       something?</p>
       <p class="vriska">(VRISKA): No!!!!!!!!</p>
@@ -184,7 +184,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">John sighs and sweeps an arm across the
       landscape. The sky darkens as the first of the troll fleet roars
       onto the frontline.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: i don’t know, really.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: rose explained it all to me once, but i
       pretty much forgot what she said. i didn’t actually think it was
@@ -242,7 +242,7 @@
       expletive. Around her, the ground begins to shake as the human
       fleet of batterpanzers roll out from the edge of the city and take
       position.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: um, so we should probably get out of here
       soon.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: or not. we’re both god tier, so as long as we
@@ -277,7 +277,7 @@
       a8out this! Were you in love with her or something?!</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">John laughs sadly.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: well... i don’t know.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: what does it even matter!</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: like everything else, it was just some more
@@ -293,7 +293,7 @@
       than Jane’s, most of them having been scavenged, patchworked, and
       jury-rigged. But they’re numerous enough to blot out the sun when
       they coast overhead.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="vriska">(VRISKA): I don’t c8re a8out wh8tever the FUCK
       “c8non” is supposed to 8e!</p>
       <p class="vriska">(VRISKA): I don’t a8out your dum8, unrequited
@@ -312,7 +312,7 @@
       spaghetti western mouthing a cigar. He tugs the rubber nipple out
       of his mouth with a pop. The chalky, viscous milk forms a goatee of
       spittle on his chin.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: VrIsKa My MaIn BiTcH, lOnG tImE nO
       sEe.</p>
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: YoU SeEm aLl dIsCoMbObUlAtEd tHeRe,
@@ -342,7 +342,7 @@
       her with the complacency of a man perfectly oblivious to the
       one-way ticket to the world of shit his big mouth just bought for
       him.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Wh8t the F8CK did you just s8y to
       me?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!</p>
       </div>
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy32.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy32.xhtml
index b5fb4c7..436040d 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy32.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy32.xhtml
@@ -25,11 +25,11 @@
     <div id='s32'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 32</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">(V</span>riska)
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">(V</span>riska)
       grabs Gamzee by the front of his shirt and yanks him down, her hot,
       furious breath brushing his disgusting face.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: I sAiD tO yOu YoU gOtTa ChIlL, yO.</p>
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: It’S hIgH tImE yOu GoT yOuR rEdEmPtIoN
       oN.</p>
@@ -51,7 +51,7 @@
       malevolence, and then it finally happens.</p>
       <p>She just. Plain. Fucking.</p>
       <p>SNAPS.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Don’t you daaaaaaaare</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">(Vriska) clenches her fists together and slams
@@ -59,7 +59,7 @@
       hook. His nose makes a crunching sound like someone just stepped on
       a pile of crackers. He stumbles backward, cupping his palms over
       his face to catch the gush of blood.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="vriska">(VRISKA): FUCK8NG touch me</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">(Vriska) grabs him under the armpit and
@@ -67,14 +67,14 @@
       a wheezy, guttered honk. It comes out slowly, mournfully, like a
       broken bike horn getting backed over by the rear wheel of a
       hearse.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="vriska">(VRISKA): EVVVVVVVVER</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">She spins out from under his flailing arm and
       does a full 360-degree pirouette off the fucking handle to deliver
       a ruthless Knife Chop straight to the cartilage at the center of
       his chest, like a veteran butcher getting down to business.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="vriska">(VRISKA): AG88888888IN!!!!!!!!</p>
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: :o(</p>
       </div>
@@ -99,7 +99,7 @@
       shirt. With an impressive maneuver, hard for the eye to follow
       unless you’re a trained wrestler, she adroitly twists a hand in his
       hair and Reverse Hangmans him against the tree branch.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: HONK!!!!</p>
       <p class="vriska">(VRISKA): WHY WON’T YOU JUST</p>
       </div>
@@ -107,7 +107,7 @@
       and again. Each time he lets out a sound like a damaged squeeze
       toy, his bloated, slimy tongue unspooling like a frog’s as all the
       air is crushed out of his esophagus.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="vriska">(VRISKA): D8EEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Shouting like a berserker, (Vriska)
@@ -156,7 +156,7 @@
       <p>Mercifully, John’s attention is caught by someone calling his
       name from above. He has never felt so grateful for an excuse to
       look away from anything in his life.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: John, up here!</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: I need to speak with you!</p>
       </div>
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index c3f32ab..cd48a5b 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy33.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy33.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s33'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 33</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">J</span>ohn looks
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">J</span>ohn looks
       up to see Rose waving at him while hanging out the hatch of a troll
       cruiser. John tries to smile at her, but all he can muster is a
       weird, queasy expression. Rose looks glad to see him anyway. She
@@ -40,7 +40,7 @@
       lack of desire for any physical contact to be made between them),
       but instead uses his momentum to spin her all the way around so
       that her back is facing the cursed shrubbery in the distance.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="vriska">VRISKA: Whoa! Hey, Old Man.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: hey vriska, hey rose. nice to see you
       both!</p>
@@ -49,7 +49,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">John and Rose appear equally surprised
       themselves when Vriska hauls him in to seal the deal with a
       crushing hug of her own.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: haha. geez! hi vriska!</p>
       <p class="vriska">VRISKA: Hi John!</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: this is great. just great. hey, why don’t we
@@ -60,7 +60,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Rose cocks an eyebrow at him. Behind her, the
       bush releases a strangled, lusty honk.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Was that...</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Nevermind.</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Vriska, why don’t you go and help your mother
@@ -80,7 +80,7 @@
       luminescent cording that matches their blood colors. Rose is
       wearing it too, John notices, in black and lavender. He gives her a
       concerned look up and down, then holds out his hands, palms up.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: so... i guess this war is really
       happening?</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Yes.</p>
@@ -100,7 +100,7 @@
       <p class="john">JOHN: the circle of stupidity is complete?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Rose laughs.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Don’t be ridiculous John. Nothing is
       complete.</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: There is no true ending or beginning in this
@@ -123,7 +123,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">John strokes his chin and thinks very hard on
       this. Maybe too long, because Rose sighs and taps the bridge of his
       spectacles.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: “No” is a perfectly valid answer to that
       question, John.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: i just didn’t want to make it look like i
@@ -151,7 +151,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Contemplating the vastness of that statement
       makes John feel suddenly very small and sad. He shuts his eyes and
       runs a hand through his hair.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: oh my god, rose. it’s too early in the day
       for this.</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: I agree.</p>
@@ -164,7 +164,7 @@
       and pulls him gently toward her. He cracks his eyes open to see her
       face glimmering in the late morning sun. Her eyes are glossy and
       bright in the gleaming light.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: I want to thank you.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: for... for what?</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: didn’t i fuck everything up by not going to
@@ -186,7 +186,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Rose pauses meaningfully, as if the
       realization is falling into place as she says it.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: I never thought I would actually get to be
       happy.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: rose... you weren’t happy before?</p>
@@ -203,11 +203,11 @@
       her and raises her head to look at the perfectly blue sky with its
       perfect sun and its perfect clouds, unmarred by the dark storm
       brewing on the planet below.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: In Complacency of th—</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">She corrects herself.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: In the silly wizard story I wrote when I was
       a child,</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: The realm most comparable to heaven existed
@@ -228,7 +228,7 @@
       then after. There are things that he can’t forget. That he won’t
       forget. Is this the reason he’s felt like this for so many
       years?</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: But that isn’t me anymore.</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: I am blind against the veil of this
       world.</p>
@@ -248,7 +248,7 @@
       and honest. Her eyes are perfectly clear. There is no other word
       that could possibly do justice to her expression. She looks
       happy.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Thank you.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">She comes forward to give him a kiss on the
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy34.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy34.xhtml
index 4cfd14d..4719bfe 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy34.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy34.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s34'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 34</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="vriska">VRISKA: Hey, Harry Anderson, guess where I
       am!</p>
       <p class="harry">HARRY ANDERSON: what???</p>
@@ -34,7 +34,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Vriska cups her hand around the receiver of
       her phone and shouts over the artillery barrage.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="vriska">VRISKA: It’s ME, idiot! The HOT 8A8E you’re lucky
       enough to h8ve gotten to second 8ase with!</p>
       <p class="harry">HARRY ANDERSON: oh hi vriska!</p>
@@ -134,7 +134,7 @@
       above the post-bombing silence. It’s a sound that she knows from
       hard-won experience can mean only one thing.</p>
       <p>There’s a clown nearby.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="vriska">VRISKA: I think I hear...</p>
       <p class="vriska">VRISKA: GAMZEE??</p>
       <p class="harry">HARRY ANDERSON: gamzee? my auntie jane’s
@@ -157,7 +157,7 @@
       attention to bear on this curious rhythm of noises coming from
       nearby, beckoning from the underbrush. She pushes toward it through
       the thorny shrubbery.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="vriska">VRISKA: There’s a bounty out for his arrest!
       D8mn, they’ll probably put him in front of a tribunal if we can get
       our hands on him!</p>
@@ -181,7 +181,7 @@
       exhibition of unexpected and deeply profane lust. Now that the
       battle has stilled, he can overhear the vile melody of the
       blasphemous union.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: There’s that noise again.</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: I knew I wasn’t imagining it.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: oh no.</p>
@@ -197,7 +197,7 @@
       tangled black hair, and stunned faces, her expression begins to
       slowly melt. It then drifts quickly, from phase to phase, to one of
       wonder, then anguish, and finally, abject horror.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: oh god.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Vriska and (Vriska) both start shrieking at a
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy35.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy35.xhtml
index 48af69e..90e4268 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy35.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy35.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s35'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 35</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">W</span>hile John
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">W</span>hile John
       dealt with the sight by immediately turning and walking away, and
       the Earth Vriska dove into a nearby bush for safety, Vriska is
       contending with her predicament through willful denial. She’s
@@ -65,7 +65,7 @@
       stuck her tongue in the heinous mouth of that frisky, unwashed
       jester, she began jackhammering through the stubborn concrete of
       rock bottom like she was digging up the corpse of a mob snitch.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: HeY (vRiSkA) mY bOoTyLiCiOuS bAbY
       bItCh.</p>
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: YoUr BaD bOnE dAdDy Is GeTtIn To Be A
@@ -86,7 +86,7 @@
       paradise planet might look like to certain individuals. The small
       sob she’s been stifling finally comes out. Tears cut through the
       oily, shining mask of blue, purple, and mud on her face.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: HeY bEaUtIfUl. :O)</p>
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: iS sOmEtHiNg MoThEr FuCkIn ThE
       mAtTeR?</p>
@@ -100,7 +100,7 @@
       smearing the blood around. She looks at her hands, notices the
       blood, and continues cleaning her face, using her tears as a
       solvent and wiping the blood on her shirt.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Gamzee...</p>
       <p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Can you just</p>
       <p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Not talk?</p>
@@ -119,7 +119,7 @@
       insubordination of a raunchy clown. It’s almost like a smelling
       salt. She sneers, revealing a fang, and spins on her heel to face
       him.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Did you hear what I F8CKING
       said????????</p>
       </div>
@@ -143,14 +143,14 @@
       distant row of trees. The rubber nipple remains stuck in his
       clenched teeth, his face now coated with a good portion of the
       punted bottle’s milk.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: Aw MoThEr FuCk SuGaRpUsS. :o(</p>
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: mY nAnNa NeCtAr!!!</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">(Vriska) presses her foot down on his chest
       and pins his back flush against the grass. He exhales with a
       startled wheeze at the sudden force.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="vriska">(VRISKA): You 8etter fucking listen up,
       Makara.</p>
       <p class="vriska">(VRISKA): I don’t know what you may have
@@ -171,7 +171,7 @@
       on his face, slightly lightening the tint of the purple.</p>
       <p>She hears a faint digital clicking somewhere. What is that? It
       seems to be coming from just behind her. She turns around.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="vriska">(VRISKA): What the fuck do you think you’re
       doing????????</p>
       </div>
@@ -183,7 +183,7 @@
       long. Somehow this makes her even more pissed off about it than if
       he were just broadcasting their snogging fiasco without the use of
       a typing quirk.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: I gOtS tO fUcKiN tElL mY nUmBeR oNe
       InVeRtEbRoThEr AbOuT aLl WhAt JuSt GoT dId.</p>
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: hE aNd I aReN’t As TiGhT aS tHe BoYs We
@@ -210,7 +210,7 @@
       it from either side, and breaks it in half. She then spikes both
       pieces down at him, missing, but causing him to flinch
       nonetheless.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="vriska">(VRISKA): No selfies, no texts, no N8THING!</p>
       <p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Which fucking part of “you’re not
       telling anyone” is so hard to understand?!</p>
@@ -237,7 +237,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Gamzee’s expression changes slightly. He
       retains his unfortunate aura of amorous placidity, but there’s now
       a hint of sadness.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: I dOn’T kNoW aBoUt AlL tHe BuSiNeSs YoU
       sAiD, hOnEyNiPs.</p>
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: i’Ve GoT tO fEeLiNg ThAt WoNdEr In My
@@ -250,7 +250,7 @@
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: I gOt ThE aDvAnTaGe TaKeN oF mE.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">(Vriska)’s face contorts with rage.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="vriska">(VRISKA): You son of a 8itch.</p>
       <p class="vriska">(VRISKA): This was C8NSENSUAL!</p>
       <p class="vriska">(VRISKA): If ANYONE didn’t consent to this horror
@@ -292,7 +292,7 @@
       puts her shaking hands around his neck and grips tight. She
       positions her face inches from his, hissing hot breath through her
       clenched teeth.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="vriska">(VRISKA): NO ONE IS GOING TO FIND OUT A8OUT THIS
       YOU FUCKING 8ASTARD.</p>
       <p class="vriska">(VRISKA): NO ONE WILL EVER KNOW, SO HELP ME
@@ -315,7 +315,7 @@
       backs up a few steps, studying the corpse. If her body language
       signals any remorse or sadness, the witness in the bushes certainly
       can’t tell.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="vriska">Vriska: (Eep!)</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Oh shit. (Vriska) had already forgotten about
@@ -323,7 +323,7 @@
       witnessed not only the original feat of debauchery, but all the
       compromising activity which followed as well. (Vriska) would
       probably need to have a few words with her.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="vriska">Vriska: Um...</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Vriska stands up slowly from the bush,
@@ -333,7 +333,7 @@
       given up. (Vriska) doesn’t blame her. She can’t imagine there being
       anything in anybody’s life that could adequately prepare them to
       have a snappy response ready for a situation like this.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md" stylw="margin-bottom:0">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small" stylw="margin-bottom:0">
       <p class="vriska">Vriska: Hey.</p>
       <p class="vriska">(Vriska): Sup.</p>
       </div>
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index 896d578..6a7a6da 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy36.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy36.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s36'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 36</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">T</span>he moment
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">T</span>he moment
       John caught a proper glance of (Vriska) and Gamzee going at it in
       the bushes, he was done. He simply had no further capacity to deal
       with any of it. He just fucked off.</p>
@@ -82,7 +82,7 @@
       dozes off to a lullaby of distant sonic booms.</p>
       <p>When next he’s jostled awake, it’s by a figure that looks
       uncomfortably like—</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: dad?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">As John blinks away the sleep from his eyes,
@@ -91,7 +91,7 @@
       esoterically bullshit way than the man who used to fill this study
       with pipes and black licorice. John sits up straight in the chair
       and rubs at his eyes.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: jake?</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: what are you doing here?</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: wh–</p>
@@ -105,7 +105,7 @@
       Harry Anderson does when he’s lying. Across the room, Tavros
       Crocker fumbles his grasp on a particularly hideous fanciful
       harlequin. One of its pointy shoes snaps off.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="gamzee">TAVROS: Cripes,,, sorry, uncle john,</p>
       <p class="gamzee">TAVROS: I’ll replace it,,,</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: it’s fine. that’s actually just a piece of
@@ -114,14 +114,14 @@
       <p class="no-indent">John thinks he might still be dreaming. Though
       if his subconscious were controlling the scene, there would be a
       few alterations.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: aren’t you cold?</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: I am in fact!</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: These old duds...</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jake snaps the elastic on his pair of red
       underpants. It’s the only thing he’s wearing.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Well you see janey bought all my other
       clothes.</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: She had a certain way she liked me kipped out
@@ -130,11 +130,11 @@
       <p class="gamzee">TAVROS: You took me,</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jake winces.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="gamzee">TAVROS: And,,, you took you,</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jake’s wince deepens.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Then i daresay i made the right choice not
       rustling the bushes in the making off with inanimate belongings
       department.</p>
@@ -147,7 +147,7 @@
       disappeared up under his bangs, but he doesn’t say anything. He has
       the air of a boy who has spent all of his life not saying
       anything.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: okay, so, uh...</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: i guess i’m just gonna move past the fact
       you’re 90% naked in my house.</p>
@@ -169,7 +169,7 @@
       drink. Or at least a pair of pants. But all this is is another
       reminder of how inescapably preposterous every aspect of this
       reality has become.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: so i guess this is the thing that’s currently
       happening now.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: what exactly do you want me to do?</p>
@@ -178,7 +178,7 @@
       <p class="john">JOHN: help you out?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">John produces a dry laugh.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: that’s pretty funny.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: i remember trying to help you for years, and
       you never seemed that interested back then.</p>
@@ -192,7 +192,7 @@
       function of the absurdity of this contorted reality? It’s hard to
       be sure. Are Jake’s “struggles” worth any more of John’s guilt and
       emotional energy than a Sim stuck in a pool without a ladder?</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Look here chap sometimes not everything is so
       simple!</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: It isnt as if i couldve just walked out the
@@ -223,7 +223,7 @@
       fault, too? Did his reckless decision really author a
       <em>child</em>, just for it to suffer?</p>
       <p>John finds himself feeling a little sick.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: are you guys... i don’t know, hungry, or
       whatever?</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: i think i have a frozen pizza.</p>
@@ -241,7 +241,7 @@
       cabinet. Tavros takes one look at the bottle in his father’s hand
       and heads upstairs. Maybe that’s for the best—it’s getting hard for
       John to look straight at him.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: i’m sorry for being... i don’t know. a
       bitch.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: it’s just been kind of a rough forever.</p>
@@ -254,14 +254,14 @@
       alcohol tastes just as harsh and bitter as he remembers it. Jake
       swirls the rocks in his glass, looking queasy despite his
       proclamation of tolerance.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: John.</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Do you think im a bad person?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">That’s certainly not a question John ever
       expected to hear come out of Jake’s mouth. He hadn’t thought him
       capable of that degree of introspection.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: wait. what?</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Do you think ive ruined my whole entire life
       and all of my relationships and especially the most important
@@ -289,7 +289,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jake grimaces. In the dim kitchen light his
       five o’clock shadow looks like a bruise.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: I wish i could tell you hearing that was a
       load off my mind john.</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: The me of yesteryear probably would have
@@ -330,7 +330,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">The two of them share a moment of obligatory
       silence for someone long dead and gone.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: In a way i think i found all that
       comforting.</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Havent you ever wanted to let someone make
@@ -346,7 +346,7 @@
       influence he might have had over the metaphysical shape of reality
       just a way to brush off his simpler failures as a man and a
       father?</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: maybe. yeah. i dunno.</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Im starting to think ive been a bit of a fool
       about it all though.</p>
@@ -363,7 +363,7 @@
       wouldn’t do much good to say it, though. It’s not like John wants
       to torture the guy, whatever the status of his realness
       attribute.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: jake, i guess i actually don’t know you that
       well, but i think there’s a difference between making excuses and
       just giving reasons.</p>
@@ -386,7 +386,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">John’s mouth open and closes dumbly. That’s
       it?</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: i...</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: thought it would be harder to convince
       you?</p>
@@ -400,7 +400,7 @@
       just forget all his fears and regrets, and forge forward with the
       honest, dumb conviction that if he just <em>tries hard enough</em>
       all his problems can be chased away.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Golly john, i–</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Gee willikers, do you hear that?</p>
       </div>
@@ -411,7 +411,7 @@
       tapping his fingertips on the kitchen countertop, his aura of hope
       pulsing brighter. Then, with a dignified flourish, he raises an
       arm.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: John.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: yeah?</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Take my hand.</p>
@@ -420,7 +420,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Jake snatches John’s hand and pulls him in,
       catching him off guard. John floats, an instinctive reaction to
       when he’s knocked off balance.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Dance with me!</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: oh, jesus christ.</p>
       </div>
@@ -434,7 +434,7 @@
       do end up stepping on each other’s feet, gamboling around like
       newborn giraffes, who cares? What’s the harm in a little
       dancing?</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Im excited, john! I havent been excited in
       such a long time.</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Its just so great to be out on my own! Here
@@ -456,7 +456,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Jake launches into a real doozy of a spin,
       which John supposes may well have knocked the last of his sense out
       of him.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: sure. why the hell not.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jake gives John a twirl, which sends him
@@ -467,14 +467,14 @@
       like being dashed with a bucket of ice water, though. All of John’s
       gloom and malaise surges back to the fore like air filling a
       vacuum. He feels hungover.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: oof...</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">John lies immobile on the floor tile. Jake
       draws up to look down at him in confusion, striking a pose that is
       both dazzlingly modelesque and doubtlessly completely
       unintentional.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Eh? What are you looking so glum for there
       chap?</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: oh, you know. the usual.</p>
@@ -501,7 +501,7 @@
       the living room. Jake follows, but John now ensures that’s there’s
       a healthy enough physical distance between himself and Jake’s black
       hole of psychic optimism.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: You cant rightly go and blame the woman for
       all your troubles john.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: i’m not!</p>
@@ -510,7 +510,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">John sighs and drops down onto the couch. He
       stretches out so Jake can’t take the seat beside him.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: that even if i COULD talk to her and try to
       set things straight...</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: why bother?</p>
@@ -558,7 +558,7 @@
       what he knows is true. The allure of the denial—of the anaesthetic
       hope radiating from Jake’s epically sculpted body—is difficult to
       turn away from.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: My word john. Are you... crying?</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: haha...</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: jake, do you have roxy’s number?</p>
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy37.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy37.xhtml
index bb3d1e6..839da97 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy37.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy37.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s37'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 37</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">B</span>ecause
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">B</span>ecause
       (Vriska) only spent a few minutes on Prospit before her dream self
       was whisked away to the Battlefield the moment she ascended to her
       god tier form, she never exactly got to enjoy Prospit life as much
@@ -47,7 +47,7 @@
       really required is a willingness to let yourself waste the time. A
       willingness she only just discovered minutes ago, since wringing
       the life from a libidinous harlequin.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="vriska">(VRISKA): I think that one is...</p>
       <p class="vriska">(VRISKA): A sort of snake?</p>
       <p class="vriska">(VRISKA): A snake with a strangely 8ig head.</p>
@@ -101,7 +101,7 @@
       entered high school. She shrugs and turns her attention back to the
       sky. Another nimbus cloud wanders lazily into view, and catches
       (Vriska)’s eye due to its peculiar shape.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="vriska">(VRISKA): That one there.</p>
       <p class="vriska">(VRISKA): That’s... some sort of squat, can-like
       8uilding, right?</p>
@@ -148,7 +148,7 @@
       her ability to recognize the shapes is beginning to fade. They
       start to resemble fluffy, amorphous blobs. Was it all just in her
       imagination?</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="vriska">(VRISKA): May8e this is just crazy nonsense,
       actually.</p>
       <p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Seeing shapes in clouds, I mean.</p>
@@ -206,7 +206,7 @@
       feels right, natural even, as if he was never meant to serve any
       purpose other than that of a deceased, soft vehicle for head and
       neck support between two blossoming friends.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="vriska">VRISKA: Hey, can I just ask...</p>
       <p class="vriska">VRISKA: Why were you making out with this
       Ridiculous Shithead?</p>
@@ -347,7 +347,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">(Vriska) thinks for a while on her next
       statement. She needs the time to let a thought she’d never had
       before arrange itself into words.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="vriska">(VRISKA): May8e that’s why I h8’d my ghost self
       so much?</p>
       <p class="vriska">VRISKA: Why?</p>
@@ -409,7 +409,7 @@
       near-duplicate of herself who’s easy to confide in, maybe she’s
       said too much already. Maybe she’s even admitted too much to
       herself. Moments pass in silence.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="vriska">VRISKA: I’m pretty sure Harry’s Dad used to talk
       to her a lot.</p>
       <p class="vriska">(VRISKA): What?</p>
@@ -439,7 +439,7 @@
       decades of use. This is not the device of a man who frequently
       upgrades his technology. There’s no password to unlock it. (Vriska)
       scrolls upward on a text exchange for quite some time.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="vriska">(VRISKA): How far 8ack does this go??</p>
       <p class="vriska">VRISKA: Not sure. 8efore I was hatched, at
       least.</p>
@@ -457,7 +457,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">(Vriska) clicks on the reply field. Her thumbs
       hover over the digital keys.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="vriska">(VRISKA): What would I even say?</p>
       <p class="vriska">VRISKA: Tell her you Love Her.</p>
       <p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Oh, shut the fuck up.</p>
@@ -473,7 +473,7 @@
       while studying the cloud shapes again, providing (Vriska) with a
       wide berth for this critical rumination.</p>
       <p>Finally, (Vriska) stops pacing, and begins typing.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="vriska">(VRISKA): Hey Terezi.</p>
       <p class="vriska">(VRISKA): This isn’t John.</p>
       <p class="vriska">(VRISKA): It’s Vriska.</p>
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index faef18c..65e5d14 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy38.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy38.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s38'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 38</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">R</span>oxy tugs
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">R</span>oxy tugs
       at a piece of hair behind her ear with one hand as she checks the
       time on her phone with the other.</p>
       <p>John’s not late, but Roxy’s run out of things to do except wait
@@ -57,7 +57,7 @@
       contrition, and she can only handle so many self-absorbed attempts
       at communicating remorse before her head starts feeling like it’ll
       float away from her body.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: sup john</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: long time no see</p>
       </div>
@@ -68,7 +68,7 @@
       would be handy, because that’s really the best angle she’s got.</p>
       <p>She mirrors the movement with her own hand and steps aside for
       him to come in.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: well alright then pal</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: i do believe u know the way to the living
       room</p>
@@ -82,7 +82,7 @@
       her that John always said was “weirdly sexual, for them.” He looks
       at it now like it’s something from an almost forgotten dream. Roxy
       sighs.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: sorry for staring like an idiot.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: it’s...</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: i just got done with a whole week of feeling
@@ -96,7 +96,7 @@
       couch a polite distance away. He looks past her, almost through
       her, like he usually does. She knows him well enough to know what
       he’s politely not asking.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: harry andersons out if u were wonderin</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: hell scoot back home later so if you make it
       thru round 1 of awkward ex-family convos im happy to say you can be
@@ -116,7 +116,7 @@
       for real—but she knows by now that it’s not her job to make him
       happy. That was something she gave up on years ago. But wanting to?
       That feeling is still as fresh as it always was.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: sounds like a plan.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: so, uh.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: i’ve been doing a lot of thinking
@@ -147,7 +147,7 @@
       isn’t the worst person she could talk to about it. If he’s truly
       about to be real with her for the first time in forever, she might
       as well try to meet him halfway.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: janey n me havent been super tight of
       late</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: ah.</p>
@@ -241,7 +241,7 @@
       doesn’t need to hear it. She’s not a kid anymore, and she doesn’t
       have to pretend someone else is right just to keep the peace if she
       doesn’t want to.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: im sorry john ilu but this is some hot
       steamin horseshit</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: what?!</p>
@@ -250,7 +250,7 @@
       her face for maybe the first time since he showed up on her
       doorstep. Goosebumps trail down her shoulders, but she doesn’t let
       the closeness of it distract her from her frustration.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: its some real jerkoff emoji stuff is all im
       sayin!!</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: you think you choice mattered so much that no
@@ -284,7 +284,7 @@
       He blinks a few times, slow, but he’s still focused completely on
       her. The corners of his still-open mouth pull themselves up
       helplessly into a smile.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: uh</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: wat r u lookin at me like that for?</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: no, i’m sorry.</p>
@@ -335,7 +335,7 @@
       life. But she doesn’t want to twist the knife of blame further into
       him than it needs to go. So she shrugs, looks her ex-husband in the
       eyes, and tells him the truth.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: i mean i felt... somethin i guess</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: but its not just you</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: youve never been the only player in this game
@@ -366,7 +366,7 @@
       <p>When she sits back down next to John, he takes the glass
       wordlessly. After a minute of reflective sipping, which she is
       grateful for, he speaks.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: i just kept wanting to find ways to make
       everything make sense, you know?</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: but maybe it just fucking doesn’t.</p>
@@ -393,7 +393,7 @@
       discovered in the back of the closet is comfortable. Smells mostly
       musty, but still enough like home to knock you right on your
       ass.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: i’m sorry. it’s just so hard to not feel like
       a total asshole.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: maybe i’m not some grand vizier of destroying
@@ -425,7 +425,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Roxy wrinkles her nose. Thinking about all the
       lives she could have led makes her feel dizzy.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: nah dont say that</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: i mean i accept ur apology this time but</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: theres obvs all kinds of ways shit coulda
@@ -487,7 +487,7 @@
       choice that hang just outside her periphery, and the vertigo grows.
       She rolls the word “regret” around in her brain; she feels it on
       her tongue. John waits.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: i dont think i can regret anything</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: theres not only one right way to be me
       imo</p>
@@ -524,7 +524,7 @@
       convoluted and personal and she isn’t sure she can do the
       overwhelming goodness of it justice. But then, Harry Anderson is
       his, too, so she knows she has to try.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: idk this life ive been livin gave me harry
       anderson</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: that kinda outweighs anything else just for
@@ -539,7 +539,7 @@
       with words feels bigger than she expected, and tears prick at the
       backs of her eyes. She shakes her head and laughs before John can
       start crying, too.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: but lmao john were just adults</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: were not dead!</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: idk i mean were only what... barely middle
@@ -578,7 +578,7 @@
       pressure makes it so, but she doesn’t question it too closely. She
       doesn’t want to go back to where she’d been with him, but knowing
       they’d both been there, together, feels like enough.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: thank you for trusting me with this personal
       stuff.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: i know partly you were telling me all that to
@@ -620,14 +620,14 @@
       self-imposed suffering and blame loop. Something about the last
       hour must have done the trick, though. John stands up, brushes his
       hands on his jeans, and walks, back straight, toward his son.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: hey harry anderson.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: it’s really, really good to see you.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: do you wanna go for a drive?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">The muscle in Harry Anderson’s jaw clenches a
       few more times, but when he smiles, it is genuine.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="harry">HARRY ANDERSON: yeah, dad.</p>
       <p class="harry">HARRY ANDERSON: that could be cool.</p>
       </div>
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--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy39.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy39.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s39'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 39</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">O</span>n the
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">O</span>n the
       other side of the continent, somewhere along the border between the
       Human and Troll Kingdoms, Dave and Jade navigate a densely jungled
       region. Though they’re high-ranking members of the resistance, they
@@ -49,7 +49,7 @@
       Liberties.</p>
       <p>They fly side by side just above the thick jungle canopy,
       sweeping the horizon with sharp eyes.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: i think i see another one!</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: oh snap</p>
       </div>
@@ -57,7 +57,7 @@
       to be a large, rusted arm holding a torch, blurred by JPEG
       artifacts and covered in vines, poking out just above the canopy.
       It’s two or three miles off to the west.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: youre right</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: another shitty liberty</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: good eye jade</p>
@@ -101,7 +101,7 @@
       perhaps? No, this structure is different, more compact. More likely
       a ruined building from an ancient Earth city. It seems to call to
       him.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: yo jade</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: why dont you go ahead and rig that liberty
       ill be right there</p>
@@ -170,7 +170,7 @@
       tall man. The radiance of the holographic image diminishes to
       reveal a man in a suit, with a strikingly recognizable face. Dave
       draws in a sharp breath and clutches at his chest.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="obama">OBAMA: Hello, Mr. Strider.</p>
       <p class="obama">OBAMA: I’ve been waiting a long time for you to
       show up.</p>
@@ -178,13 +178,13 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Dave’s jaw hangs open. The legends have been
       confirmed. As well as several key headcanons of his. Without
       thinking, he drops to one knee and bows his head.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: m... mr president</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: its an honor sir</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">President Obama laughs amiably and gestures
       with one hand for Dave to rise.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="obama">OBAMA: Come on now, Dave. We can’t be having
       that.</p>
       <p class="obama">OBAMA: I’m nobody’s king. I’m a democratically
@@ -197,7 +197,7 @@
       respond to such soft-spoken words of wisdom and humility. He idles
       for a moment, seemingly waiting for Obama to follow through with
       his promised act of deference.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="obama">OBAMA: Hahaha, I’m not gonna bow, man. I was just
       pulling your leg.</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: oh ok</p>
@@ -223,7 +223,7 @@
       adjusting the cuffs of his holographic suit with the casual manner
       of a skilled statesman. It’s the body language of a man getting
       down to business.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="obama">OBAMA: Now, you probably weren’t aware of this.
       But I’m familiar with the work you’ve done for your country in the
       past. For the whole planet, actually.</p>
@@ -269,7 +269,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Dave pauses, pensively fiddling with the
       pockets of his camo pants. He has so many questions for the
       ex-president. He braces himself, and presses ahead.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: if you dont mind my asking sir</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: i thought you died?</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: well i mean i KNOW you did where im from with
@@ -306,7 +306,7 @@
       are times when he feels relieved by the lifestyle decision he made
       as a kid to wear a pair of aviator sunglasses at all times, no
       matter what.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: no</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: but like</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: thats all good and totally inspiring and all
@@ -355,7 +355,7 @@
       too, with more thoughts than he can keep track of. Thoughts of
       affirmation, exhilaration. i knew it... i knew it! his brain
       repeats to itself. The sense of vindication is indescribable.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="obama">OBAMA: Others were there. Kids my age. I made
       friends that lasted a lifetime.</p>
       <p class="obama">OBAMA: Over the years, I would return there now
@@ -386,7 +386,7 @@
       crosses his arms. But on his exhale, a small, choked sob escapes.
       He seals his lips tight, but his mouth quivers and puckers under
       the impossible pressures of restraint.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="obama">OBAMA: I know what you’re going through. There’s a
       lot to be emotional about in these trying times.</p>
       <p class="obama">OBAMA: Hey, why don’t we take a walk. You’ll have
@@ -400,7 +400,7 @@
       solid feet making audible footsteps that echo far ahead into the
       darkness. The light from Obama himself serves as Dave’s torch.
       Soon, he feels calm enough to continue the conversation.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: mr president</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: you said...</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: i reminded you of the adult dave from your
@@ -435,7 +435,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Obama nods solemnly at this clarification. His
       expression makes it clear that this is the type of executive
       decision he understands all too well.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: but compared to that guy i apparently turned
       out to be</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: i dunno</p>
@@ -492,7 +492,7 @@
       flickering hand on his shoulder. Dave feels the dense light of the
       hologram buzzing through the fabric of his clothes, grazing his
       skin. It tingles, like mild static electricity.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: my bro died a long time ago</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: fuckin hung himself for some damn reason</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: for a little while i had a bro</p>
@@ -520,7 +520,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Dave falls to his knees. He slides his open
       palms up beneath his shades and covers his face. He weeps quietly
       as Obama looks down on him, smiling patiently, understandingly.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: i think i messed up</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: i didnt do the right thing a long time ago
       and now</p>
@@ -536,7 +536,7 @@
       He has to calm down. This is no way to behave in front of a
       president. He collects himself, starts breathing steadily, and
       looks up.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: mr president</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: can you keep a secret</p>
       <p class="obama">OBAMA: Yes I can, Dave.</p>
@@ -546,7 +546,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">He runs a hand through his hair, and looks
       back down.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: i think im gay</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Obama purses his lips in that trademark way of
@@ -554,7 +554,7 @@
       silence grow, as if considering precisely how to deliver the most
       perfect arrangement of words any man has uttered in human
       history.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="obama">OBAMA: Over the course of our lives, we all tend
       to believe we’re a lot of different things.</p>
       <p class="obama">OBAMA: One year, you’re this. Another, you’re
@@ -572,7 +572,7 @@
       eyebrows high above his shades. They stare at each other, and in
       the look they exchange, they seem to say all that needs to be said
       between two grown men on the matter.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="obama">OBAMA: Identity, sexuality, gender, all that stuff
       is about as illusory as I am, standing before you here.</p>
       <p class="obama">OBAMA: Is this the real me? Who can really
@@ -603,7 +603,7 @@
       The only thing he knows is he needs to listen carefully to every
       precious syllable. To listen with his ears, his heart, his entire
       being.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="obama">OBAMA: The truth of oneself can be very specific,
       if one wills it to be.</p>
       <p class="obama">OBAMA: Statements such as, I am gay, I am
@@ -631,7 +631,7 @@
       <p class="obama">OBAMA: Oh... we’ve met on a few occasions.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Dave blinks.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: thats</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: how is that possible</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: he killed himself</p>
@@ -657,7 +657,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Obama winks again. Dave has actually lost
       track of how many times he’s winked so far.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: right right</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: so... somehow he met you and uh</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: trained you and stuff</p>
@@ -689,7 +689,7 @@
       gleaming, polished silver replica of Dave, but without shades. It
       stands totally still, unpowered. Dave struggles to make sense of
       what he’s looking at.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="obama">OBAMA: Now, look.</p>
       <p class="obama">OBAMA: A human body, even one that’s been elevated
       to god tier status, cannot withstand the stresses put on it by the
@@ -718,7 +718,7 @@
       of decision. He understands now that the decision was already made
       the second he first laid eyes on the former president. He pauses
       only to savor this perfect moment.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: yes</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: absolutely</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: i have never been more ready for anything in
@@ -766,7 +766,7 @@
       confusion, the insecurities of the man lying here all died along
       with his body. Davebot smoothly reaches down, lifts the shades off
       the corpse, and puts them on his face.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVEBOT: its about fuckin time</p>
       </div>
       </div>
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index e6c5025..68dc31e 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy4.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy4.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s4'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 4</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">R</span>ose’s eyes
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">R</span>ose’s eyes
       flutter open to the sound of a heart monitor and the sight of a
       featureless white ceiling. Fluorescent lights, diaphanous curtains,
       everything crisp and clean.</p>
@@ -34,13 +34,13 @@
       <p>Wait, this doesn’t seem right, she thinks. When she closed her
       eyes, she was dramatically lingering about her bedroom at home.
       She’d just taken a handful of pills, and said goodbye to...</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: John!</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">She shoots up in bed, tugging the IV taped
       under her elbow. Kanaya is sitting at her bedside, hemming a
       sundress. She thins her lips and gives Rose a half-lidded look.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: “John”</p>
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: I See</p>
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Is There Something I Should Know</p>
@@ -51,14 +51,14 @@
       plunging into a stagnant pond.</p>
       <p>Instinctively, Rose raises her hand to her forehead, but there’s
       no pain there. Her head is the clearest it’s been in months.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Kanaya, what...</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: What happened?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Kanaya throws her sewing project aside and
       sweeps in close, wrapping a cool palm around Rose’s arm. Her voice
       quakes but retains most of its porcelain decorum.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: I Came Home And Found You Passed Out In
       Front Of The Load Gaper</p>
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Your Skin Was Freezing And You Were
@@ -75,18 +75,18 @@
       fixed on the window at the other end of the room. The night is
       dying behind the thin, pale curtain. She can barely see the
       moon.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: I feel...</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">She looks back to Kanaya, eyes wide and
       bright.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Kanaya, I feel... fine.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">It’s been such a long time since she’s felt
       anywhere in the same ballpark as “fine” that it’s almost an
       out-of-body experience to say the word. She feels giddy.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: No Headaches</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: No headaches, no visions. Nothing at all.
       I...</p>
@@ -125,7 +125,7 @@
       today, for the first time in ages?</p>
       <p>When the nurse leaves, Kanaya puts a hand over the wrist that
       she is so preoccupied with.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Is Something Wrong</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: It just seems like all of this is happening
       so quickly.</p>
@@ -141,7 +141,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Kanaya tips her face away from the light to
       hide it in the curve of her shoulder. Rose reaches out and takes
       her wife’s hands in her own. They’re colder than she remembers.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Are you crying?</p>
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Since When Have I Been Known To Cry</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Quite often, actually. But usually because
@@ -164,7 +164,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Kanaya’s lips twitch into a smile and she
       laughs, sadly. Her laughter forces the tears out. They drip down
       her perfectly made-up face in thick trails.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: I Really Did Think I Had Lost You</p>
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Its Not That I Thought You Would Die</p>
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: It Was That You Felt So Far Away</p>
@@ -194,7 +194,7 @@
       shape.</p>
       <p>Rose uses the hem of her hospital gown to wipe the tears off
       Kanaya’s face.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: It really is. Honestly, Kanaya, I’ve never
       heard such a ridiculous thing in my life.</p>
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: You Are Talking To Me As If I Am A Pupa
@@ -218,7 +218,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Kanaya presses a snotty, uncharacteristically
       imperfect kiss to the back of Rose’s hand, right beneath where she
       wears her wedding ring.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: If You Would Have Me Forever</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Who else?</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: There’s no one who understands me like you,
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy40.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy40.xhtml
index 86c406e..278e238 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy40.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy40.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s40'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 40</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">F</span>rom atop
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">F</span>rom atop
       the tallest bell tower in the Carapace Kingdom, the sky looks like
       something painted by a crazy person. The fierce lights of war on
       the horizon stain the sunset in unnatural hues: ultraviolet
@@ -39,14 +39,14 @@
       <p>Aradia glides up to meet her, having left Sollux on the balcony.
       Above, in the sky, a hole has opened up. One so big it fills the
       entire radius of her vision.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="aradia">ARADIA: oh thats very dramatic</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">The dead cherub says nothing. Aradia flits in
       front of her face and looks into her eyes. They’re the same black
       as the vortex above, so absolutely dark that they reflect no
       light.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="aradia">ARADIA: i think i understand whats going on
       now</p>
       <p class="calliope-dead">JADE: do you?</p>
@@ -82,7 +82,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Aradia pinches her thumb and forefinger
       together.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="aradia">ARADIA: off about this place</p>
       <p class="aradia">ARADIA: just a little bit</p>
       <p class="calliope-dead">JADE: yes, you would think so.</p>
@@ -177,7 +177,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">The cherub makes a rare physical gesture with
       her hands to begin framing her next statements. Aradia notes this
       and strives to listen more closely.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="calliope-dead">JADE: physical destruction is one
       thing.</p>
       <p class="calliope-dead">JADE: obliteration of the entire canvas
@@ -254,7 +254,7 @@
       but change the way i say it very slightly.</p>
       <p class="calliope-dead">JADE: listen again carefully.</p>
       <p class="aradia">ARADIA: ...</p>
-      <p class="calliope-dead">JADE: <span class="calliope-dead-story type-rg type-sm--md">a martyr died and said
+      <p class="calliope-dead">JADE: <span class="calliope-dead-story type-rg type-sm">a martyr died and said
       fuck.</span></p>
       <p class="aradia">ARADIA: hmm</p>
       <p class="aradia">ARADIA: yes that was a little different</p>
@@ -273,7 +273,7 @@
       <p class="aradia">ARADIA: yes i think youre right</p>
       <p class="calliope-dead">JADE: but now imagine that i told your
       story in exactly that way. that i said,</p>
-      <p class="calliope-dead">JADE: <span class="calliope-dead-story type-rg type-sm--md">a martyr died and said
+      <p class="calliope-dead">JADE: <span class="calliope-dead-story type-rg type-sm">a martyr died and said
       fuck.</span></p>
       <p class="calliope-dead">JADE: but it was the first time you ever
       heard that story.</p>
@@ -330,7 +330,7 @@
       <p class="calliope-dead">JADE: again, i’d like you to imagine this
       is the only way you’ve ever known this story.</p>
       <p class="calliope-dead">JADE: but then it continues...</p>
-      <p class="calliope-dead">JADE: <span class="calliope-dead-story type-rg type-sm--md">a martyr died and said
+      <p class="calliope-dead">JADE: <span class="calliope-dead-story type-rg type-sm">a martyr died and said
       fuck.</span></p>
       <p class="calliope-dead">JADE:</p>
       <p>his final howl of profanity reverberated through the ages.</p>
@@ -346,7 +346,7 @@
       <p class="calliope-dead">JADE:</p>
       <p>and though his death was gruesome, it opened the world to a
       feeling of hope.</p>
-      <p class="calliope-dead">JADE: <span class="calliope-dead-story type-rg type-sm--md">this hope echoed through
+      <p class="calliope-dead">JADE: <span class="calliope-dead-story type-rg type-sm">this hope echoed through
       the ages.</span></p>
       <p class="calliope-dead">JADE:</p>
       <p>it gave his disciples the strength to persist as they perished
@@ -357,7 +357,7 @@
       <p class="calliope-dead">JADE:</p>
       <p>and if you are one so devoted to his teachings, who sees truth
       in his words,</p>
-      <p class="calliope-dead">JADE: <span class="calliope-dead-story type-rg type-sm--md">it may be said with great
+      <p class="calliope-dead">JADE: <span class="calliope-dead-story type-rg type-sm">it may be said with great
       authority that</span> you are wrong.</p>
       <p class="calliope-dead">JADE: you are foolish to believe his lies.
       his martyrdom is false, his sacrifice hollow.</p>
@@ -436,7 +436,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">The cherub falls silent. Aradia takes this to
       mean this lesson of sorts has ended. She ruminates on it all for a
       while before speaking again.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="aradia">ARADIA: thats all pretty neat i guess</p>
       <p class="aradia">ARADIA: so...</p>
       <p class="aradia">ARADIA: does this stuff have anything to do with
@@ -448,7 +448,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Aradia starts giggling. Above, the sky yawns
       open a little wider. Aradia waits, but gets no response.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="aradia">ARADIA: even now when youre being
       uncharacteristically forthcoming youre still impossible to talk
       to</p>
@@ -476,14 +476,14 @@
       black on the rim of a dying galaxy. Aradia follows behind the
       cherub, unable to pull her eyes away from the eerie phenomena
       overhead.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="aradia">ARADIA: what will you do when he comes</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">The cherub is focused on something very small
       falling from above. The bright object flutters down from the broken
       sky and lands in her host body’s outstretched hand. It’s a feather,
       burnt at the edges, flickering orange and green.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="calliope-dead">JADE: consume his body.</p>
       <p class="calliope-dead">JADE: absorb his essence.</p>
       <p class="calliope-dead">JADE: and then using this host, i will
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index 78264ea..98e4cb4 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy41.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy41.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s41'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Postscript</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">E</span>lsewhere,
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">E</span>lsewhere,
       beyond the horizon...</p>
       <p>A spaceship tears across a starfield at warp speed. Each dot of
       distant light stretches to become a spear, hurtling in the opposite
@@ -132,19 +132,19 @@
       <p>She holds her thoughts. They can wait, and there’s much to
       discuss. She taps a button, and lowers her head a little closer to
       a mic on the panel.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSEBOT: Dirk.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">She supplies a courtesy pause, as if waiting
       for him to reply. He usually doesn’t.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSEBOT: You’re going to want to come see this.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Enough time goes by that she begins to wonder
       if he’s asleep. But no. It’s just the irritated silence of a man
       who knows he isn’t currently dressed well enough to attend to
       something important.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Are my fucking pantaloons ready yet?</p>
       </div>
       </div>
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index ad68db3..ba580dd 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy5.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy5.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s5'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 5</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: did you hear that john left his house?</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: multiple days in a row even!</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: NO FUCKING WAY. THAT’S INCREDIBLE. I’VE
@@ -44,7 +44,7 @@
       technically, but there’s domestic evidence of her all over the
       hive. Her plants, her bass, her clothes slung over the couch where
       she sleeps for weeks at a time...</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: im being serious dumpass</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: i was really worried about him!</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: I’M BEING SERIOUS TOO. I WAS ACTUALLY
@@ -105,7 +105,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Jade floats over to the couch, shooting her
       two besties a salacious smile. She taps Karkat on the nose as she
       passes by.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: im just enjoying my youth</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: you could be enjoying it too hehehehe</p>
       </div>
@@ -119,13 +119,13 @@
       uncomfortably close to sexual thing to be doing in front of other
       people. Dave and Karkat share a vaguely mortified look. Jade sort
       of lives here, but she doesn’t <em>that</em> sort of live here.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: but seriously.... what do you two even do
       holed up in here together all the time?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Karkat snorts, still pointedly not looking at
       her.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: OH I’M SORRY, HAVE YOU NOT SEEN DAVE’S
       ILL BEGOTTEN ART EMPIRE?</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: HE’S GOT HIS OPPOSABLE DIGITS STUCK IN SO
@@ -139,7 +139,7 @@
       cheek on the cushion. The look she gives Karkat is just shy of
       devious. Karkat defensively scuttles to the other end of the couch,
       where he ends up pressed flush against Dave’s entire left side.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: I UH</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: sit around and play video games all day?</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: HEY! THAT’S NOT THE ONLY THING I DO!
@@ -157,7 +157,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Dave puts both hands over Karkat’s mouth and
       does a stage whisper over his shoulder.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: he means that he uses the alchemizer in the
       basement sometimes</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON?</p>
@@ -184,7 +184,7 @@
       it makes her want to howl at the moon in sorrow.</p>
       <p>What she’s planning isn’t a seduction. It’s a public
       service.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: why not dude i think its cute</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: hes on all the major political sites of
       course but he spends most of his time going after people who leave
@@ -224,7 +224,7 @@
       his chest. She bounces them there a few times, enjoying the way
       troll skin is just a bit thicker than human skin, taut like the
       membrane over a poorly maintained drum.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: a husband....</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">She begins walking her fingers up the length
@@ -235,14 +235,14 @@
       of conversation altogether. If he’d known it would only fan the
       flames of discussion in this case, he would have kept his mouth
       shut.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: a husband is a little like what you both do
       already</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: only with....... certain “benefits” :)</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Her fingers reach the hollow of Karkat’s
       throat just in time to catch him swallow. He starts to sweat.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: WH... WHAT KIND OF BENEFITS</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: heheh dont play dumb karkat</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: jade dude cmon</p>
@@ -252,7 +252,7 @@
       fingers up under Karkat’s chin so that they can rest on his lips,
       which are a little chapped. It doesn’t take much work to pop them
       open and slide both fingers in.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: if youre really that clueless.... i can show
       you....</p>
       </div>
@@ -263,7 +263,7 @@
       <p>It would be pretty easy to mistake his reaction for arousal, so
       it’s understandable that Jade is extremely surprised when Karkat
       snaps his jaw shut and chomps down on her hand.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: OW!!!!</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">She flies back, literally, spiraling up
@@ -271,7 +271,7 @@
       all tangled in her clothes for a few seconds. She clutches her
       wounded hand and glares daggers at Karkat, ears flat under her
       long, dark hair.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: karkat what the HELL!</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: WHAT THE HELL??</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: YOU’RE SERIOUSLY ASKING *ME* WHAT THE
@@ -294,7 +294,7 @@
       slumps into the dip between cushions while settling even more
       deeply into one of his better-practiced pouts. Dave clears his
       throat.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: so apropos of nothing</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: just a cool segue into a completely different
       topic for no reason</p>
@@ -303,7 +303,7 @@
       casual motion with his hand. A smooth wrist swivel, like he’s at a
       turntable scratching one song into the next. That’s the effect he’s
       going for, at least.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: did you guys hear that jane was gonna run for
       high office</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: NO FUCKING WAY</p>
@@ -377,7 +377,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jade pinches his ear and twists hard, smiling
       pleasantly.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: get fucked karkat</p>
       </div>
       </div>
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index c165b96..521ba79 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy6.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy6.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s6'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 6</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">N</span>o one is
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">N</span>o one is
       answering the door to Jake’s mansion, so Jane lets herself in.
       There is almost no crime on Earth C, and so almost no one locks
       their door. In fact, most doors do not have locks, which has been
@@ -42,7 +42,7 @@
       corporate bailouts?</p>
       <p>Well, Jane thinks with a heavy sigh, now that she’s not running
       for president, it doesn’t really matter, does it?</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: Jake?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jane feels rather like a princess in an
@@ -62,7 +62,7 @@
       unmistakable roar of a rifle firing. She sprints the rest of the
       staircase and runs down the hall, <em>clack, clack, clack</em> in
       her expensive—but understated—kitten heels.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: Jake! Jake, where are you?!</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">The big oak door at the end of the hallway
@@ -71,7 +71,7 @@
       dress shirt buttoned up to midsternum. There is a smudge of
       gunpowder on his cheek. His whole face lights up when he sees
       Jane.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Oh jane how unexpected!</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: Are you alright?!</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: What? Of course! Why wouldnt i be?</p>
@@ -81,7 +81,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jake grins and holds up his rifle, which is
       still smoking from the muzzle.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Just a little morning target practice!</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">He kicks the door all the way open behind him
@@ -90,11 +90,11 @@
       hit many times with bullets. There is a battle bot hanging out by
       the fireplace at the back, holding an armful of bottles and
       surrounded by a sea of broken glass.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: You do this... in... inside the house?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">He looks at her like she’s the stupid one.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Well of course jane where else would i do it?
       Bringing this operation outside would only startle the
       neighbors!</p>
@@ -107,7 +107,7 @@
       <p>Instead, she enters the room and takes a seat in one of the
       ostentatiously cushioned bergère chairs, careful to step around the
       puddles of cracked glass.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: I must ask jane... it seems that you are
       rather frazzled. Are you sure you arent the one whos not
       alright?</p>
@@ -115,7 +115,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Jane rests her temple in her palm. Jake grabs
       another of his ridiculous fake-Victorian chairs by the back and
       swivels it around so that he’s sitting across from her.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: Have you talked to Dirk lately?</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Er not exactly. I would say that i have been
       talked *to* by dirk.</p>
@@ -131,7 +131,7 @@
       the state of the locksmith industry with the seriousness it
       deserved.</p>
       <p>Jake scoffs and flops a hand. Both actions are dismissive.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: I dont see what all the ruckus is. Our good
       chum dirk fancies himself a dark and tortured soul. Cutting us off
       is not entirely out of his wheelhouse.</p>
@@ -150,7 +150,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jake laughs, all uneven, and runs a hand
       through his attractively tousled hair.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: I must admit i am rather half rats at the
       moment.</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: You’re what?</p>
@@ -162,7 +162,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">He makes a motion like knocking back a bottle.
       Jane side-eyes the idling battle bot, flush with empty wine
       bottles, and then side-eyes Jake.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: First thing in the morning?</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Well i needed the bottles for my target
       practice jane i couldnt just pour the wine down the drain! Thatd be
@@ -180,7 +180,7 @@
       codependently. No matter what he said, this had to be affecting him
       as well.</p>
       <p>Jane lets out a fluttering breath.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: You know what, Jake?</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: You’re right. It really would be a waste!</p>
       </div>
@@ -193,7 +193,7 @@
       years.</p>
       <p>She braces herself on the mantle and knocks her head back,
       taking a long, uninterrupted swig right from the bottle.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Jeepers jane! Slow down!</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jane keeps gulping. She drinks until she can’t
@@ -202,7 +202,7 @@
       swimming. Spilling a bit of wine on herself, she spins around to
       stare at the silent battle bot. It’s got its hand out, waiting for
       her to hand over the bottle.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: Could you leave us alone, please?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">The battle bot tips its head at her with a
@@ -214,7 +214,7 @@
       Scorched-earth policy. That robot was indeed programmed by Dirk
       Strider.</p>
       <p>Jake is staring at Jane wide-eyed behind his spectacles.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Jane i must ask again... are you quite
       alright?</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: Actually no, I am quite not!</p>
@@ -223,7 +223,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">She staggers back to her seat and takes
       another swig of disgusting wine.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: I canceled my presidential bid.</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: What? I was under the impression that you
       were awfully chuffed about that!</p>
@@ -232,7 +232,7 @@
       “cancel everything.” And so...</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jane puts her face in her hand miserably.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: ...I canceled everything.</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Why jane do you really need dirk to run for
       president?</p>
@@ -242,7 +242,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jane looks up at Jake from between her fingers
       and under her bangs.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: Well yes, I suppose that I could run a
       successful presidential campaign on my own merits, especially since
       Dirk and I developed most of our strategy together.</p>
@@ -256,7 +256,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jake pries the wine bottle from her hand
       gently. He takes a drink from it, less gently.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Dirk has that manner about him does he
       not?</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: A way about him that makes you feel like
@@ -265,7 +265,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">He sounds a little... bitter? Jane blinks at
       him.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: I hadn’t thought about it that way.</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: But yes, ever since I talked to him I have
       felt... strange.</p>
@@ -275,7 +275,7 @@
       isn’t it? Especially since she spends several nights a month
       drinking much harder and fancier drinks at investor dinners. Jake
       passes the bottle back and she takes another drink.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Strange how?</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: Strange like you just explained... like
       nothing I do matters. I should be more upset that I’ve spoiled my
@@ -299,7 +299,7 @@
       <p>Maybe because of the wine, and maybe just because she wants to,
       Jane reaches out and sets a hand on his thigh. She leans in closer
       until she can feel his breath on her face.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: Oh, this is mortifying to admit, but I’ve
       been thinking that perhaps I’ve been doing the wrong thing with my
       life.</p>
@@ -331,7 +331,7 @@
       though.</p>
       <p>Jake is still staring at her, drunk and enraptured. She ventures
       deeper into his personal space.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: Well, Jake, it doesn’t always have to be that
       way.</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: Putting business first? Ignoring the good
@@ -356,14 +356,14 @@
       face. His eyes are so green, and they’re glittering with naked
       adoration, for her. It’s all for her. He nudges a knuckle under her
       chin and tips her face towards him.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Jane...</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">He’s so close that Jane thinks he might kiss
       her. She shuts her eyes and lets his husky wine-breath wash over
       her face.</p>
       <p>Instead of kissing her, he says:</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: I say this sincerely as one of your oldest
       and dearest friends.</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: I hope that you have luck in finding a
@@ -378,7 +378,7 @@
       <p>But Jake doesn’t register her mortification or frustration
       either. He just keeps smiling and gazing into her eyes, warm and
       drunk.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: Well, then.</p>
       </div>
       <p>With a deep sigh, Jane shoves Jake off of her and stumbles back
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+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy7.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s7'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 7</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">J</span>ohn’s been
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">J</span>ohn’s been
       spending a lot of time with Roxy lately. Which also means spending
       a lot of time with Calliope, which is awkward, but fine. But it
       also means spending a lot of time with Gamzee, which is awkward,
@@ -45,7 +45,7 @@
       John still believes him to be.</p>
       <p>Roxy and Calliope, however, apparently do not believe him to be
       full of shit, for some reason.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="calliope">CALLIOPE: isn’t that nice?</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: huh?</p>
       </div>
@@ -59,7 +59,7 @@
       words, and incite revolutionary fervor amongst the masses. John
       tries his best to ignore it and walk ahead, but Roxy loops her arm
       through his and pulls him back.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: were here check it</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: where’s here?</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: me n callies fave cafe!!</p>
@@ -75,7 +75,7 @@
       just the mood he’s in. Maybe it has something to do with the fact
       that Calliope insisted on including an unbelievably smelly clown on
       an otherwise perfectly pleasant stroll.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: that’s it? we’re going to a coffee shop?</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: i got out of bed for THIS?</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: lmao</p>
@@ -117,7 +117,7 @@
       around her and Gamzee as they stand in the busy street. At high
       noon, her little body casts almost no shadow on the cobblestone
       road.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="calliope">CALLIOPE: sigh.</p>
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: WhAt’S sHaKiN sIs, YoU lOoK bUmMeD aLl
       ThE fUcK oUt.</p>
@@ -134,7 +134,7 @@
       his mouth lolling open as he contemplates what is transpiring with
       the closest facsimile to wisdom he can muster. He puts one of his
       huge hands on Calliope’s narrow shoulder, all comforting-like.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: Oh YeAh. FoR sUrE yOuR gIrL rOxY iS aLl
       GlObEs DeEp iN tHaT dUdE’s DaNk NoOk.</p>
       <p class="calliope">CALLIOPE: yes. and while i can’t say i didn’t
@@ -146,7 +146,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Gamzee leans in so that his face is level with
       Calliope’s. His grin shows every single one of his teeth.
       Miraculously, his breath smells worse than his body.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: MOTHERFUCKING DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT?
       &gt;:o)</p>
       <p class="calliope">CALLIOPE: no!</p>
@@ -165,7 +165,7 @@
       <p>John notices him there, just outside the window, leering at him
       and Roxy. His expression is serene, vacant. Calliope is nowhere to
       be seen.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: um, hey roxy...</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: wats up</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: gamzee. he’s staring at us, and it’s kind of
@@ -182,7 +182,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Roxy takes a sip of her tea. Her purple
       lipstick leaves a stain on the fine china.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: yeah john its totes sad</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: he never had a chance with the kinda life he
       had</p>
@@ -198,7 +198,7 @@
       of Roxy’s chair and looms over her. Without breaking eye contact
       with John, Roxy scoops up a spoonful of cheesecake and feeds it to
       him.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: HeY rOxItA.</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: hey gamz whats shakin</p>
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: CaLlIE wEnT aLl RuNnInG oFf, UgH.</p>
@@ -221,7 +221,7 @@
       she doesn’t notice. Instead she puts her fork down, slides her
       chair out, and springs to her feet with an abundance of this
       newfound enthusiasm he’s been struggling to understand.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: brb!</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: gonna hit the ladies room</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: back in a jiff suckers</p>
@@ -235,7 +235,7 @@
       forearms on the table in front of him, folds his hands, and gazes
       into John’s eyes with what he has come to identify as Gamzee’s
       signature brand of faux serenity.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: mY fUcKiN *gUy*. :o)</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: ...</p>
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: My DuDe AnD mY nInJa AlIkE.</p>
@@ -248,7 +248,7 @@
       service, in the hopes that it will provide a social buffer for the
       appalling interaction that is presently taking place. But no
       carapacians seem to be close enough to heed his request.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: I SeE WhAt’s fUcKiN Up, My gOoD
       VeRtEbRoThEr.</p>
       <p class="gamzee">GAMZEE: AlLs aBoUt i cAn sAy iS GaMe rEcOgNiZe
@@ -297,7 +297,7 @@
       this lunatic, John nods very slowly as he listens, while taking a
       secret snap of his ghoulish face to send to Terezi. Before John
       submits, he tags the photo with a message:</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: i absolutely fucking hate this.</p>
       </div>
       </div>
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy8.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy8.xhtml
index 9baf54b..05a6b44 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy8.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy8.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s8'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 8</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Did you hear that Jane had been intending to
       run for president?</p>
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Yes She In Fact Asked Me To Serve A
@@ -42,7 +42,7 @@
       an outcropping over the lip of the breeding pit, knitting a series
       of tiny scarves for the grub clones that she and Kanaya have come
       to help hatch.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: That bad, huh?</p>
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: She Was Already Talking About Regulating
       Troll Reproduction</p>
@@ -61,7 +61,7 @@
       a batch of eggs. Her wife is luminous in the early morning light,
       her rainbow-drinker skin soaking in the pink light and reflecting
       it back like the inside of a snail’s shell.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: I don’t think Karkat would be such a bad
       candidate actually. Depending on certain factors I mean.</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: I’m assuming that in this theoretical
@@ -82,7 +82,7 @@
       well-meaning jade-blooded assistant. She talks a little like a
       parody of a 1920s newsboy archetype, which Rose can only theorize
       has to do with Jane’s influence on the culture.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="kanaya">SWIFER: Just tryin’ to get her nice and clean! I
       heard the New Prospit Hornographer’s coming by later to scope out
       some pics!</p>
@@ -103,7 +103,7 @@
       on, then twirls the mop over her wrist with a martial flourish that
       absolutely recalls the fact that she is from a natural-born warrior
       species. She then gets to work washing the Mother Grub’s horns.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: What’s this about the Hornographer?</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Since when has the press taken in interest in
       our activities down here?</p>
@@ -152,7 +152,7 @@
       of early spring from the mouth of the chasm. Rose closes her eyes
       for a moment and breathes it in: taken just one minute at a time, a
       day can be filled with hundreds of perfect moments.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Well Whatever Inconvenient Party Ruining
       Opinions Dave and Jane Might Have About The Economic Future Of Our
       Planet Its All In The Past</p>
@@ -202,7 +202,7 @@
       concert.</p>
       <p>Swifer is sniffling. She makes the motion of wiping away a tear,
       somewhat cartoonishly.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="kanaya">SWIFER: Golly gee oh my. This part always makes
       me tear up.</p>
       </div>
@@ -214,7 +214,7 @@
       like a rock on the outside, but has a layer beneath like mulched
       flesh. Kanaya’s hands are soaked blue with bloody yolk when she
       finally lifts the grub and holds it up to the light.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Rose Look</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Rose looks. All troll grubs appear kind of
@@ -222,7 +222,7 @@
       horns, one crescent, the other harpoon-like. A mussed mane of hair
       and a mischievous glint in her beady little eyes. Particularly the
       one with seven pupils.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: ...</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Vriska?</p>
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Pretty Close</p>
@@ -285,7 +285,7 @@
       her excitement. She leaps into the pit with Kanaya and runs to
       embrace her, not caring about the irreversible rainbow-colored
       stains that she’s smearing into her dress.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Oh Kanaya, you’re right.</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: We are going to be so astonishingly
       happy!</p>
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy9.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy9.xhtml
index 7a57cad..f0ac38f 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy9.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/candy9.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s9'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 9</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: arent you guys happy to get out of the house
       for once!!!</p>
       </div>
@@ -37,7 +37,7 @@
       distance. Karkat is still shielding his eyes against the dying
       strains of the sunset. His shoulders are scrunched up so high that
       his cheeks disappear into his turtleneck.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: NO ACTUALLY.</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: I DON’T GET WHAT’S SO GREAT ABOUT IT. I
       CAN SEE THE SAME BULLSHIT FROM THE COMFORT OF MY HOUSE.</p>
@@ -113,7 +113,7 @@
       in between them and uses her Space powers to teleport Dave’s phone
       out from the center of his traumatized palm and into the pocket of
       her sweater.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: hey can we focus here?</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: jakes ass isnt the one you two should be
       talking about right now</p>
@@ -129,18 +129,18 @@
       longer and sharper than a normal human’s, making her grin seem more
       predatory in nature, especially when she wants it to be. Karkat
       shivers at the sight of it.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: thats NOT what im talking about...</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jade grabs Karkat’s right hand, and then
       Dave’s left one, and she begins to pull them toward each other.
       Both boys recoil, but she is much stronger than them.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: jade</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: cmon what are you...</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">She’s doing it. She’s making it hapen.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: this is a DATE dummies!</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: NO, STOP!</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: dude</p>
@@ -148,7 +148,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Karkat makes a fist so tight that his nubby
       fingernails pinch his skin. Dave does the opposite. He makes a flat
       palm, and raises it as if to stop traffic.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: no..... let me.... show you....</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: you have to... turn it... flipwise!</p>
       </div>
@@ -165,7 +165,7 @@
       middle of it, and it’s a work of art. Just what she wants the rest
       of her life to be. After all, where would these two pitiful beta
       boys be without her?</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: see i dont mind at all!</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: i would never try to break up what you two
       have.... im just trying to make it BETTER!</p>
@@ -175,7 +175,7 @@
       Karkat up flush against her. Their fingers remain entwined behind
       her back. She begins walking them down the ridge of the hill,
       beaming brighter than the first stars in the sky.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: see isnt this perfect?</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: it could be like this all the time you
       know... the three of us in every combination</p>
@@ -190,7 +190,7 @@
       looking elsewhere that he trips over a rock and is only saved by
       Jade picking the three of them off the ground as she takes flight.
       Karkat’s legs flail when his feet go out from under him.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: AUGH! DON’T DO THAT!</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: YOU KNOW I FUCKING HATE THAT!</p>
       </div>
@@ -203,7 +203,7 @@
       did with their hands. She does a few quick calculations in her
       head, refusing to give up on her assumption that relationship
       issues can be solved the same way math problems can.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: dont worry karkat theres nothing to be scared
       of...</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: well take care of you... right dave?</p>
@@ -213,7 +213,7 @@
       cheek. He yelps and leaps away like he’s been scalded by a burning
       iron, liberating himself from the deeply uncomfortable hug
       triad.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: OKAY THAT IS IT.</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: I AM DRAWING A FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND
       RIGHT HERE AND NOW, JADE. YOU WILL CEASE THIS ENDLESS VIOLATION OF
@@ -242,13 +242,13 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jade covers her mouth coquettishly and
       winks.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: it was.......DAVE!!!!!</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Dave turns around, shoulders going rigid, and
       eyes popping open like he’s just awoken from one of the terrible,
       sweaty nightmares he was projecting onto his hand earlier.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: i what</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: you kissed karkat! finally!!!</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: n</p>
@@ -259,7 +259,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Dave hesitates. Jade is giddy with
       anticipation. She couldn’t possibly look more pleased by her own
       handiwork.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: i have no idea what youre talking about</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: i would never</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: youre wack jade im not</p>
@@ -291,7 +291,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Karkat begins hyperventilating, and
       momentarily forgets his beef with Jade long enough to lean on her
       to prevent himself from toppling over.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: youd have to be really careful to like</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: i mean if you were INTENDING to kiss
       karkat</p>
@@ -313,13 +313,13 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Dave’s mouth hangs open a bit. His gaze flits
       from Karkat to Jade and back again. His palms are wet, but his
       mouth is dry.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: im not</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: i was never</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: were not</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Dave’s mumbling protest slows to a stop.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: actually ya know what</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: i dont have time for this</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: peace dudes</p>
@@ -332,7 +332,7 @@
       ultraviolet that only she can see. It lingers in the unstable
       particles between the air.</p>
       <p>She huffs and puts her hands on her hips.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: wow RUDE!</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: siiigh. i forget sometimes how immature dave
       can be</p>
@@ -344,7 +344,7 @@
       staring at her slack-jawed. He takes a step back, but isn’t
       watching where he puts his foot. His heel goes into a dip in the
       hill and he goes stumbling backwards, feet over head.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: AH!! FUCK!!!</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: JADE!!</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: WOULD!</p>
@@ -365,7 +365,7 @@
       on his face for at least an entire minute. Then he slowly pulls
       himself to his feet and brushes the brambles off his pants. He
       points up the hill at Jade and shouts.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: FOR THE RECORD</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: JUST SO WE’RE BOTH CLEAR</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: THIS IS WHY I HATE LEAVING THE *FUCKING
@@ -375,7 +375,7 @@
       left side of his ass, which unfortunately for him affords nowhere
       near the level of padding as Jake’s legendary backside. Jade puffs
       out both of her cheeks and stares after him.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: well i guess im eating grub spaghetti
       alone</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: *again*!!!</p>
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat1.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat1.xhtml
index aa485be..d8ded65 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat1.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat1.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s1'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 1</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">M</span>eat was
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">M</span>eat was
       definitely the right choice, you think, as grease drips down your
       chin. The meat is cold and undercooked, so you have to grab it with
       both hands while you rend it apart with your incisors. It bursts in
@@ -59,7 +59,7 @@
       around you and it’s too hot, almost suffocating. You swallow back a
       mouthful of pungent bile as your eyes swim and lose focus.</p>
       <p class="Command">&gt; You know what you must do.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: i know what i must do.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Of course you know. What kind of guy would you
@@ -67,7 +67,7 @@
       capable of completing the grim task? A pretty shitty one, who just
       sneezed up a chunk of raw meat in front of a girl you used to have
       a gigantic crush on.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: i have to go back and kill lord english.</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: u sure?</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: i think so. it will probably be hard. but i
@@ -80,7 +80,7 @@
       as usual. Calliope looks... well, her face is a permanently
       grinning skull. You’ll be damned if you know what’s on her mind
       either.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: i understand</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">No one says anything for some time. A pleasant
@@ -89,7 +89,7 @@
       to stare at you with beady-eyed fascination. The front of your
       shirt is stained with dark, slimy patches from the meat. Christ,
       why did you have to eat that meat like such a slob?</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: so, is that it?</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: should i, uh... get going?</p>
       <p class="calliope">CALLIOPE: if this is yoUr decision, then
@@ -100,7 +100,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Calliope closes up the picnic basket and
       stands. Roxy follows, taking Calliope’s hand in hers again.</p>
       <p class="Command">&gt; Say goodbye?</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: ok then.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: umm...</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: thanks for inviting me to this picnic.</p>
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat10.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat10.xhtml
index d7d7780..52b881f 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat10.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat10.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s10'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 10</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">J</span>ane
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">J</span>ane
       Crocker sweeps into her office with grace befitting her station and
       slams the door shut behind her. The sun cuts through her venetian
       blinds, painting butter-yellow strips of light all the way from one
@@ -132,18 +132,18 @@
       thought that used to rule her world and make her so terribly weak.
       The shameful thought is expressed out loud in the form of a
       defeated sigh.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: I need Jake.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">She spins around and, still sitting on her
       desk, presses a familiar entry on her phone’s contact list.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Ahoy ahoy!</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jane has to suck in a hard breath to stop
       herself from groaning. Why were so many of the finest young minds
       on this planet slaves to this foolish man’s perky glutes?</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: Jake! Hello, how are you doing?</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: As well as can be i suppose considering that
       i just woke up in the middle of a mafficking ruckus at the stadium
@@ -165,7 +165,7 @@
       strategy with Dirk, he seems to be perfectly aware of this feature
       of Jake’s personality. You can’t be too nice when courting his
       endorsement, Dirk would say. He doesn’t respond to nice.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: Be that as it may, Jake, I still do worry
       about you an awful lot.</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Well that is...</p>
@@ -174,7 +174,7 @@
       followed by a noise that sounds suspiciously like something big and
       hollow and metal connecting with Jake’s head. When Jake comes back
       to the phone, he’s yelling into it. Jane grimaces.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: ...very sweet of you jane! I appreciate very
       much that you have called me out of the blue to say such nice
       things to me with no ulterior motive!</p>
@@ -183,7 +183,7 @@
       portentous statement. However, Jane knows that Jake English could
       not have possibly meant this with anything but the utmost
       sincerity.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: Well, you know that I—</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Because i must note that although i try to
       stay sporting about what comes at me, i cant say that i am chuffed
@@ -205,7 +205,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jake is quiet a moment, and Jane can hear the
       rusty gears turning in his head.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: You should stop by to see me this
       evening!</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Do you mean my evening or yours? Were in
@@ -218,7 +218,7 @@
       every category that you could possibly love a person, but sometimes
       talking to him is like trying to build a house of cards while
       riding a mechanical bull.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: Mine, of course! I’ll have the best year of
       your favorite crocodile-made scotch flown in from the Consort
       Kingdom and we’ll have a little catch-up.</p>
@@ -230,7 +230,7 @@
       watch her old friend pretend to sip at the same glass for a couple
       of hours while prattling on.</p>
       <p>And she’s willing to do more than that, too.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: When’s the last time we’ve done that, just
       you and I?</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: You know what? Youre quite right. Its been a
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat11.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat11.xhtml
index 15aacde..6a55b9e 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat11.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat11.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s11'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 11</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">T</span>hat’s
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">T</span>hat’s
       that, you think. Your glasses are broken forever, and you totally
       fucked up and underestimated young Lord English. Rose should have
       known better than to trust this to you alone.</p>
@@ -40,13 +40,13 @@
       around, you realize there is no apparent source to all this bright
       light, making it hard to tell where the floor ends and the walls
       begin.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: John? John? Are you there?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Her voice is muffled, coming from what you
       presume to be an adjacent room similar to yours on the other side
       of the wall.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: yeah, i’m here.</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Oh, thank goodness. Everyone’s accounted for
       then. Are you okay?</p>
@@ -57,7 +57,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">You can hear a thud from Rose’s corner, like
       someone slumping against the wall in relief. Well, that’s what
       you’re doing at least.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: —ay?</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: yeah im fine too but this is</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: uh</p>
@@ -75,7 +75,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">The noise outside the juju grows. Something
       sharp and metallic splinters above and rains down on the top of the
       chest.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: What did my future self say it was we had to
       do?</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: erm... she never rea—</p>
@@ -91,13 +91,13 @@
       <p class="no-indent">The metallic noises rain down harder, drowning
       out Rose’s attempt at being loud.</p>
       <p class="no-indent">PLINK, PLINK, SMASH.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: NOW I CAN’T HEAR YOU!</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: TRY USING LESS WORDS</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">The length of the silence coming from Rose’s
       corner communicates just how difficult a task that is for her.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: SHE SAID THE JUJU WOULD GET LOADED AND
       UNLOADED.</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: WHAT?</p>
@@ -191,7 +191,7 @@
       <p>Another arbitrary thought hits your brain, completely unrelated
       to the subject of Terezi, or what you would or wouldn’t tell a
       bunch of incarcerated teens, or so you think.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: am i... depressed??</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">You ask aloud, quietly enough that your
@@ -218,7 +218,7 @@
       eagerly greets you again. Like an old friend ready to pat you on
       the back and say, good try man. I’ll always be here for you, when
       you fail. Thanks dude, you think.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: ROSE WAS RIGHT.</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: WHAT?</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: THE JUJU HAS TO UNLOAD.</p>
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat12.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat12.xhtml
index 8b84b75..3ffd519 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat12.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat12.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s12'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 12</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: so we gotta hit jane right in her neoliberal
       austerity measures were all agreed on that right</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: UH HUH.</p>
@@ -95,7 +95,7 @@
       JPEG artifacts.</p>
       <p>Everyone in this room knows each other way too well, so what
       happens next goes a little like clockwork.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Says Karkat, for like thirty seconds straight
@@ -108,7 +108,7 @@
       artifacts and all, with the grace and proficiency of a man who has
       diffused an awkward situation in his own household many times per
       day, every day, for many years.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: anyway we all know the real issue is troll
       reproduction</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: this election season is gonna be so jacked up
@@ -179,7 +179,7 @@
       cellophane. He is the only person who can’t see through it.</p>
       <p>Jade does some calculations in her head. Two kinds of
       calculations, in fact: mathematical ones and personal ones.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: soooooo</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: do you want a projection of her first years
       hit on the economy down to the decimal with a 0.3% margin of
@@ -208,7 +208,7 @@
       make her eyes look anime-huge. They might literally be glittering,
       she’s so completely serious about the issue she is trying to
       stress.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: so now that thats all out of the way</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: its time to get real you two</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: i</p>
@@ -280,14 +280,14 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jade faceplams. She does it a little too hard
       and slams the bridge of her glasses into her forehead.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: ow!</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: ANYWAY WEREN’T YOU... DATING THAT
       CARAPACIAN COUPLE? LAST TIME WE CHECKED?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jade drags her hand down the bottom half of
       her face and sighs.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: yeah for FUN</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: im twenty three dont you think thats a little
       old to still be dating for fun</p>
@@ -299,13 +299,13 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jade sighs and crawls closer. She takes one of
       Karkat’s hands in hers.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: i think wed all work good together</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">In her other hand, she tries to grab Dave’s
       wrist, but he flash-steps to the other side of the couch. She pouts
       at him and keeps holding Karkat’s increasingly sweaty palm.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: and i think weve been dancing around that for
       years now</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: i wanna try dating for real</p>
@@ -323,7 +323,7 @@
       considering the history between them and the sheer level of black
       flirtation that Karkat accidentally indulged in during his insecure
       youth. He doesn’t even pull his hand away.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: ok first of all dont slut shame me
       fuckass</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: second of all thats what im trying to do
@@ -347,7 +347,7 @@
       has Jade messing with her glasses again so that she can peer right
       at him and apply some more of that faulty personal math to his
       facial expression.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: dave......</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: what</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: is this...........</p>
@@ -409,21 +409,21 @@
       permanently sworn off playing board games with them.</p>
       <p>The moment Jade brings the paint program up on the television,
       Karkat stops laughing.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: NO!</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">He tries to grab the tablet from her, but
       she’s hovering well above the ground and he simply is not tall
       enough to reach. With a shit-eating grin and deliberate care, Jade
       begins to draw a grid.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: ill put this in terms karkat will appreciate,
       check it out</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: JADE, I SWEAR TO...</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Karkat jumps and tries to grab her skirt, but
       she swims through the air with ease, giggling as she doodles.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: YOU BETTER NOT BE DRAWING WHAT I THINK
       YOU’RE DRAWING!</p>
       </div>
@@ -433,7 +433,7 @@
       room right now. She gives Karkat a pair of fuzzy, angry eyebrows
       and starts drawing other lines. Sinister lines, with salacious
       meaning. It’s exactly what Karkat fears: a shipping grid.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: STOP! CEASE! DESIST THIS MOMENT! DO NOT
       DRAW ONE MORE LINE!</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: oh nooo im drawing a line karkat better stop
@@ -444,7 +444,7 @@
       tries to wrestle the pen out of her hand, but all he accomplishes
       is turning the redrom trajectory between her and Dave into a redrom
       loop-de-loop.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: see me and karkat have great black
       chemistry!</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: IT IS NOT BLACK CHEMISTRY YOU HORRID
@@ -455,12 +455,12 @@
       <p class="no-indent">for his trouble. Jade comes out on top and
       sits on his back, humming to herself as she crafts her grand
       design.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: and now that daves all chill hed make a great
       auspistice</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">She says, cheerful and oblivious.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: no</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: because you and karkat are kind of like
       moirails</p>
@@ -475,7 +475,7 @@
       fills the entire room with red light. Karkat raises his face and
       stares at it in utterly bereft horror. The sick light makes the
       bags under his eyes look like divots.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: in this model..........</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: troll quadrants are dumb so we ALL kiss!</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: i call this political arrangement:</p>
@@ -486,7 +486,7 @@
       Dave has just crossed his arms and pressed his mouth into a thinner
       line than usual. Jade’s ears flatten and she huffs. It sounds a
       little like a dog whining.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: oh come on that was a good one!</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: its politically relevant and everything</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: jade im not gonna laugh at your made up ship
@@ -497,7 +497,7 @@
       catch his very expensive computing device in both arms. The pen
       bounces off his forehead. Jade dismounts from Karkat’s poor,
       abused, terribly mortal spine and brushes down her skirt.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: well ive said what i wanted to say</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: its up to you two what you do with it</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: i have to go talk to roxy and callie about
@@ -515,7 +515,7 @@
       both stare after her, silently caught in their own private
       rationalization spirals.</p>
       <p>Karkat needs to verbalize part of his out loud.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: WOW WHAT A CRAZY AND TOTALLY IMPROBABLE
       CONVERSATION WE JUST HAD WITH OUR BEST FRIEND JADE.</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: y...</p>
@@ -529,7 +529,7 @@
       When their palms connect, there’s a moment where something could
       happen. A little spark of potential. It would be so very easy for
       something to happen.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: ...........</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: ..........</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: WANNA PLAY SOME TROLL TONY HAWK?</p>
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index 427a4c4..a5b966e 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat13.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat13.xhtml
@@ -25,7 +25,7 @@
     <div id='s13'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 13</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
       <p class="Command">&gt; Be John again.</p>
       <p class="no-indent">It seems as if you’re attempting to be John
       again, with the expectation that we might spend a little more
@@ -86,7 +86,7 @@
       apologize to her, <em>o8viously</em>, but in retrospect maybe her
       accessorizing wasn’t so bad. At least she understood the basics of
       having a simplified silhouette.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="feferi">MEENAH: im goin back fin</p>
       <p class="feferi">MEENAH: you comin vris</p>
       <p class="vriska">VRISKA: Of course!!!!!!!!</p>
@@ -117,7 +117,7 @@
       still standing though, and laughing. That’s what you were doing
       when Lord English put a split in the fabric of reality. You were
       <em>laughing</em>, not crying. It doesn’t hurt at all.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="tavros">TAVROS: vRISKA,,, aRE YOU OKAY?</p>
       <p class="vriska">VRISKA: Shhut up!!!!!!!! I’m... I’m</p>
       </div>
@@ -138,7 +138,7 @@
       the dark maw of infinity. You wipe your bloody hand on the leg of
       your jeans and sneer with rage. You won’t go down so easily.</p>
       <p>Tavros tries to steady you, but you slap his hand away.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="vriska">VRISKA: Fuck 8ff!!!!!!!!</p>
       <p class="tavros">TAVROS: uHHH OKAY, iT LOOKS REALLY,,, kINDA,,,
       eXTREMELY BAD,,,,,,, tHOUGH,</p>
@@ -195,7 +195,7 @@
       <em>ending</em> for you—finally you lose all sense of composure.
       You flail, spin, and flip in helpless little circles like a bloody
       rag doll, and you begin to scream.</p>
-      <p>—</p>
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small weight-bold">—</div>
       <p class="Command">&gt; JOHN: Emerge from the juju.</p>
       <p class="no-indent">The first thing you hear is a tiny scream
       getting sucked into oblivion. The voice is familiar, but not as
@@ -204,7 +204,7 @@
       <p>It’s not just a crack in your ears. This crack goes all the way
       down your spine. You almost don’t react to it because it’s so
       familiar. Around you, a cacophony rises up like steam.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: oh shit</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: its really popping off out here</p>
       </div>
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat14.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat14.xhtml
index 440af4b..e7e02c4 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat14.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat14.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s14'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 14</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">J</span>ake yawns
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">J</span>ake yawns
       and knocks on the window to Jane’s office again. For some reason
       Jane has the shades pulled shut all the way around, so he’s been
       hovering here for way too long in his best tie and his best pair of
@@ -40,12 +40,12 @@
       of silk-lined venetian blind to glower at Jake, who is hovering
       uselessly in the air. <em>Use the front door</em>, she mouths at
       him. But he responds with his specialty: incomprehension.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Im sorry... what?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">The exasperated hand motions Jane tries next
       work better.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Oh! The front door, of course!</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jake flies down to the street so that he can
@@ -67,7 +67,7 @@
       hem. Jake’s bow tie practically spins at the sight of it. He
       freezes on the spot, an animal in the predatorial headlights of
       this buxom blue businesswoman.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: Come have a glass of scotch with me Jake. We
       have so much to discuss.</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: I-indeed.</p>
@@ -75,7 +75,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">He crosses the office and shakily accepts the
       offered glass of ludicrously expensive fermented barley grain. He
       raises it to his nose and pretends to sample the scent.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Jane i must say that is a very striking
       ensemble.</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: Oh, you like it? Why don’t you...</p>
@@ -90,7 +90,7 @@
       brand-new sexy dress with quite an ungentlemanly fountain of boozy
       spittle. Jane is lashed both by the scotch in her face and how
       quickly her plan has fallen apart.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: Jake!</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Bejabbers!</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: Oh no, all over my new dress...</p>
@@ -109,7 +109,7 @@
       that is going on right now. Some of Jake’s scotchy slobber is on
       her glasses, which is not the place she was planning on having it
       tonight.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Is this why you wanted to see me? To show off
       uh... this proper bit of frock?</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: Oh, no, of course not. I just wanted
@@ -120,7 +120,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jake doesn’t care about the economy. But he’s
       an ardent supporter of changing the subject.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: Ah, it’s doing quite well right now
       actually.</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: I should hope so!</p>
@@ -134,7 +134,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jane laughs quite sincerely as he ruffles his
       jacket through her hair.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: Oh, Jake, you really have no idea what’s
       going on, do you?</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Wait is this...</p>
@@ -146,7 +146,7 @@
       directs him to one of the couches that line her office. They
       stumble there, his jacket and hands still wrapped around her
       shoulders.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: I’m sure you’ve had an earful about the
       election already.</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: I apologize. You must understand that my mind
@@ -173,7 +173,7 @@
       versions of themselves? Jane absently rubs the narrow strap of her
       dress between two fingers, vainly attempting to sort out her
       jumbled thoughts.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: That’s an earful jane.</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: I know. It’s a head-full too.</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: I can’t help but worry...</p>
@@ -187,7 +187,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Jane pulls a leg up beneath her, which slides
       her bare knee between Jake’s. The couch dips a bit under their
       weight.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: I must admit i never thought of it that
       way.</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: I know.</p>
@@ -197,7 +197,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jake blinks, his eyes wet and glossy beneath
       his spectacles.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Ah. Well... I suppose that i miss you too
       jane.</p>
       </div>
@@ -272,13 +272,13 @@
       When a heart like that opens up to you, it opens up the whole world
       as well. A world of increased appreciation for combat, philosophy,
       life, love...</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Yelp!!!</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jake yelps and rolls off the couch in such a
       panic that he almost takes Jane with him. She flies to her feet,
       startled, breathing fast, and readjusts her disheveled clothes.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: Jake?</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: Are you... quite okay?</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: I</p>
@@ -291,7 +291,7 @@
       kicking open the latch to one of Jane’s giant windows and letting
       himself out.</p>
       <p>He’s got a lot of things to think about, apparently.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: What the...</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: Everliving <em>fuck!</em></p>
       </div>
@@ -300,7 +300,7 @@
       back over her shoulder. Then she closes the window, sits in her CEO
       chair and speed-dials the number for her one-man Kitchen
       Cabinet.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Yo, what up?</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: Not Jake, apparently.</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Wow. Going straight for the double entendre,
@@ -325,7 +325,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jane squeezes her eyes shut and, very softly
       and quietly, bumps her head against the edge of her desk.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: Why do I feel as if we’ve had this exact
       conversation, almost word for word, before?</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Because we have. Many times.</p>
@@ -340,7 +340,7 @@
       laughs at that. There’s a sardonic twist in Dirk’s voice that
       intentionally recalls every time he’s ever fucked up. But it
       satisfies Jane nevertheless. She knows that he won’t fail her.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: Fine. Please call me later so that we may
       strategize.</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: And also because I could use some emotional
@@ -358,7 +358,7 @@
       falling across in her face at an angle that bisects her perfectly
       neutral expression. Dirk sets down his phone and acknowledges her
       with a nod.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Well,</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Go on.</p>
       </div>
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat15.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat15.xhtml
index 1fe4e3f..d767f61 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat15.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat15.xhtml
@@ -25,7 +25,7 @@
     <div id='s15'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 15</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
       <p class="Command">&gt; John: Fight Lord English.</p>
       <p class="no-indent">All around you is pandemonium, a
       multichromatic cyclone of shrieks and clashing colors, as Meenah’s
@@ -70,7 +70,7 @@
       distortions behind him that look, if you don’t squint, a lot like
       JPEG artifacts. Jade’s got her favorite gun cocked and ready, with
       her ears perked up.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: lets DO this!!!!</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Don’t get overconfident.</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: We have to do it exactly like we discussed.
@@ -86,7 +86,7 @@
       drifting apart like a handful of salt tossed out to sea. You can
       almost hear the cosmic clock counting down, tick tock, and a chime
       to accompany her fate: <em>Heroic</em>.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: rose!!!! no!!!!!!!!</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jade doesn’t wait to fire. Space splinters
@@ -153,7 +153,7 @@
       gigantic CRUNCH. And then another. And another. It sounds like a
       cereal commercial is playing outside the periphery of your
       vision.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: dave!</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: what</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: is lord english... eating my hammer?</p>
@@ -167,7 +167,7 @@
       ghosts. You land clumsily, palms first, and do an accidental
       handspring right into a bunch of alternate timeline trolls you
       don’t recognize.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: uh, hey guys. anyone see a pair of glasses
       down here? it’s pretty important.</p>
       </div>
@@ -181,7 +181,7 @@
       space. Before the leg hits you, a troll leaps into action and
       blocks the blow. Her trident makes a satisfying ring off the round
       of the peg and sends it skidding backward.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: woah, that was a close one!</p>
       <p class="feferi">MEENAH: shell of time to finally show up</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: sorry, we were kinda busy!</p>
@@ -231,7 +231,7 @@
       masticated Wrinklefucker, shrug, and toss it into the hole.</p>
       <p>Glancing back down toward your foe, you notice Meenah still
       appears to be hanging on, clinging to his left suspender.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="feferi">MEENAH: yo hold on</p>
       <p class="feferi">MEENAH: goin in for the krill</p>
       </div>
@@ -253,13 +253,13 @@
       hammer-snack, seems to have bought Dave just enough wiggle room to
       slip out from under the foot, regain his composure, and draw his
       sword.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: john i need a little...</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Dave ducks a wide blow from English’s swinging
       fist. He backs up nervously, holding his sword out in front of him
       with two shaking hands.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: anything</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: i need a little anything right now</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: literally any stupid fucking thing you can
@@ -281,26 +281,26 @@
       implement, and begin your advance.</p>
       <p>However, you’re interrupted by a voice screaming out from behind
       you. It’s half familiar, half... cat?</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="davepetasprite">DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 &lt; <span class="davepetasprite-dialogue">waaaaaaaaaaaait</span></p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">You whip your head around just in time to see
       a bolt of orange-and-green energy racing by you like a bullet. It
       slams into Lord English and sends him stumbling.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="davepetasprite">DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 &lt; <span class="davepetasprite-dialogue">im back</span></p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Dave stands there with his sword, absolutely
       agog, his expression perfectly reflecting a blend of horror and the
       total inability to process who or what he is looking at.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="davepetasprite">DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 &lt; <span class="davepetasprite-dialogue">dude i cant believe you dont recognize
       me</span></p>
       <p class="davepetasprite">DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 &lt; <span class="davepetasprite-dialogue">its me davesprite</span></p>
       <p class="davepetasprite">DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 &lt; <span class="davepetasprite-dialogue">and also nepeta?</span></p>
       <p class="davepetasprite">DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 &lt; <span class="davepetasprite-dialogue">now were called
       davepetasprite^2</span></p>
-      <p class="davepetasprite">DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 &lt; <span class="davepedtasprite-dialogue">we purrmenantly merged forms and worked out all our shit!</span></p>
+      <p class="davepetasprite">DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 &lt; <span class="davepetasprite-dialogue">we purrmenantly merged forms and worked out all our shit!</span></p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: oh</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: well that sounds fucked up but ok</p>
       </div>
@@ -316,9 +316,9 @@
       opening new voids where they land. Above the bedlam, Davepeta is
       finishing up an inspiring speech. You realize you tuned most of it
       out due to the surrounding chaos.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
-      <p class="davepetasprite">DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 &lt; <span class="davepedtasprite-dialogue">i know it looks pawful right now but we can do it</span></p>
-      <p class="davepetasprite">DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 &lt; <span class="davepedtasprite-dialogue">in fact were literally the only ones who can do it</span></p>
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
+      <p class="davepetasprite">DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 &lt; <span class="davepetasprite-dialogue">i know it looks pawful right now but we can do it</span></p>
+      <p class="davepetasprite">DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 &lt; <span class="davepetasprite-dialogue">in fact were literally the only ones who can do it</span></p>
       <p class="davepetasprite">DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 &lt; <span class="davepetasprite-dialogue">after all</span></p>
       <p class="davepetasprite">DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 &lt; <span class="davepetasprite-dialogue">it is our destiny B33</span></p>
       </div>
@@ -352,7 +352,7 @@
       gluttonous display you won’t soon forget. You realize you seem to
       be stuck in a cycle and are in serious danger of running out of
       hammers.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: dave...cat sprite thing! help!</p>
       <p class="davepetasprite">DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 &lt; <span class="davepetasprite-dialogue">coming bro</span></p>
       </div>
@@ -362,7 +362,7 @@
       Vrillyhoo undercut to his jaw.</p>
       <p>On the snapback, Lord English grabs the head of the hammer in
       his mouth.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: oh no. not again... you...</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: big, ugly oaf!</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: i really, REALLY like this hammer!</p>
@@ -383,7 +383,7 @@
       one gulp. Vrillyhoo is in his stomach, and you’re following it down
       quicker than you can even process. Is this the end? No, you think.
       This is such an unfairly <em>stupid</em> fucking way to die!</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="davepetasprite">DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 &lt; <span class="davepetasprite-dialogue">john!!</span></p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Davepeta flashes behind you and hooks their
@@ -401,12 +401,12 @@
       long it was. But it was long enough for Davepeta to get you out of
       Lord English’s mouth. You can see their face floating above you.
       They’re just a smudge of neon swimming in a sea of chaos.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="davepetasprite">DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 &lt; <span class="davepetasprite-dialogue">wrow you almost got vored to
       death</span></p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: what?</p>
-      <p class="davepetasprite">DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 &lt; <span class="davepedtasprite-dialogue">im afuraid to say that you look like total shit my dude</span></p>
-      <p class="davepetasprite">DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 &lt; <span class="davepedtasprite-dialogue">you should stay here while we wind this bitch down</span></p>
+      <p class="davepetasprite">DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 &lt; <span class="davepetasprite-dialogue">im afuraid to say that you look like total shit my dude</span></p>
+      <p class="davepetasprite">DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 &lt; <span class="davepetasprite-dialogue">you should stay here while we wind this bitch down</span></p>
       <p class="davepetasprite">DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 &lt; <span class="davepetasprite-dialogue">purromeows me you wont move</span></p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: i... purromeows?</p>
       <p class="davepetasprite">DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 &lt; <span class="davepetasprite-dialogue">oh hehe</span></p>
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat16.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat16.xhtml
index 1e1162c..d4dce13 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat16.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat16.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s16'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 16</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: When I was a child, I wrote a novel.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Rose is speaking with her eyes closed. She is
@@ -35,14 +35,14 @@
       Sawtooth 3.1. The energy humming inside its mechanical heart warms
       her palms. Dirk snorts, but in a good-natured sort of way. That’s
       the closest he usually gets to laughing.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Another one of those Lalonde childhood wizard
       fics, I presume?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">He leans his elbow on the table and stares at
       her over the rims of his shades. The weight of Dirk’s scrutiny is
       potent. She looks away.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Complacency of the Learned.</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Ah. <em>The</em> wizard fic, then.</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Yes.</p>
@@ -60,7 +60,7 @@
       passes in front of the window. With the sunset behind her she’s a
       shadow ringed in yellow light that turns white at the tips of her
       hair.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Though I must say, in defense of Young Rose’s
       literary integrity,</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Having carefully studied all volumes of the
@@ -76,7 +76,7 @@
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Hmm.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">She turns to look at him.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: For all its plainly evident amateurism as the
       literary product of a child, I’ve come to believe it’s a much
       stronger work standing alone as a single volume, its meaning and
@@ -110,7 +110,7 @@
       into a halo that is suspended in the air for a moment, trailing
       spiderwebs of gold that dissolve into dust. She’s smirking now,
       just a little.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: ...en<em>light</em>ened.</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: That sucked.</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Yes.</p>
@@ -147,7 +147,7 @@
       him—probably without thinking about it, Dirk imagines, because
       neither of them really “do” that—he doesn’t pull away. If it’s her,
       it’s all right. He won’t begrudge her a small weakness now.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: You describe this as a fact of numerological
       significance.</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Which makes it seem you suspect these
@@ -167,7 +167,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Rose looks up to Dirk with the ghost of a
       smile that she inherited from him. On her face, its blankness is as
       enigmatic as the Mona Lisa’s.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Could it be that it is <em>you</em> who is
       smacking of bullshit, dear father?</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Nah, I smack of many admirable qualities, as
@@ -177,7 +177,7 @@
       return, but her gaze lingers. She stares into his shades as if
       convinced she could see past them. Dirk allows their eyes to
       meet.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: I’m just saying it’s all evidence of a grand
       design. An immortal, metatextual apparatus beyond our ken that we
       can only catch glimpses of when we’re proverbially shitting our
@@ -188,7 +188,7 @@
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Which is precisely my question.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Her gaze drifts towards the ceiling.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: In my story, all twelve of the disciples fell
       victim to the vagaries of power.</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: They were filled with the light of knowledge
@@ -202,7 +202,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">She shoots him a <span class="Standard-Text CharOverride-14">look.</span></p>
       <p>It’s the kind of look Kanaya gives her sometimes.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Only a few?</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: I mean, some of us have stopped using our
       powers completely. Not a whole lot of need for emergency
@@ -221,7 +221,7 @@
       <p class="rose">ROSE: In that case...</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Rose sways suddenly.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: In that case, perhaps Terezi had the right
       idea.</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Getting away from this place, I mean.</p>
@@ -242,7 +242,7 @@
       on the floor to save her energy. She’s mostly composed when she
       raises her head. There’s bitter laughter at the edge of her
       words.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: How... How are you handling this so well?</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: I assumed it was just that feigned Strider
       Stoicism, but you seem to be taking this...</p>
@@ -256,7 +256,7 @@
       floor. He looks very together. He says the word “crazy” with the
       same intonation with which he might say “good morning.” It’s hard
       to believe he means it at all.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: But I’ve got more practice at this than you
       do. I spent most of my life before the game multitasking my entire
       fucking subconscious. I’ve had several times my age on paper to
@@ -270,7 +270,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Rose wraps her hands around her upper arms
       like there’s a winter chill rattling through the workshop. She
       shivers.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: It’s not the headaches that concern me
       most.</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: In fact, I don’t think it’s the expansion of
@@ -300,13 +300,13 @@
       of her, curls a knuckle under her chin, and lifts her face up to
       his level. Then, in a deliberate motion, he pulls off his
       shades.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: I understand completely.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Rose’s eyelids flutter, heavy. She meets the
       intensity of his naked gaze aloofly, like she’s not aware this is
       the first time he’s ever let her see it.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Hm?</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: I know I sound pretty nonchalant most of the
       time, but actually I’m scared shitless of myself.</p>
@@ -328,7 +328,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Rose laughs softly. She’s not scared of this
       abyss she’s staring into at all. She doesn’t even think to look
       away.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: There’s really not an inch of humility in
       you, is there.</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: I’ve just spent a lot of time in my own
@@ -346,7 +346,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Rose’s eyes have grown distant, almost
       mirrorlike. Dirk can see himself reflected in her vacant stare.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: All the pieces in their place.</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: The mechanisms all running smoothly.</p>
       </div>
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat17.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat17.xhtml
index 884013e..d898b1b 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat17.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat17.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s17'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 17</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent dirk"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">N</span>one of my
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent dirk"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">N</span>one of my
       friends have noticed it yet, but you have. You have the ability to
       read between the lines, to understand that our lives are blighted
       by this undercurrent of subtext, of <em>narrative
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat18.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat18.xhtml
index 3540c97..f7fb6dd 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat18.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat18.xhtml
@@ -25,9 +25,9 @@
     <div id='s18'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 18</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent dirk"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">Y</span>ou wake up.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent dirk"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">Y</span>ou wake up.</p>
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: wh-what?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">You open your eyes. Actually, you’re not
@@ -56,7 +56,7 @@
       like absolute shit right now, my man. In fact, you really should
       strongly consider issuing an apology for the mess you’re
       making.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: i’m...</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: i’m sorry.</p>
       </div>
@@ -71,13 +71,13 @@
       Cat Dave, and hundreds of ghosts, who all valiantly contributed to
       a victory which you’re only now beginning to question the
       functional necessity of.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: functional... necessity?</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: that... that doesn’t sound like something i
       would think.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">That’s because it’s not.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: what the fuck...</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">You’ve finally noticed.</p>
@@ -94,7 +94,7 @@
       you’ll bleed to death pretty much instantly. On the other hand, the
       tooth is poisoned. So you’re pretty much fucked either way, and
       that’s really all there is to say on the matter.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: sigh.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">You sigh in painful resignation, and
@@ -110,7 +110,7 @@
       singularity. How about Jade though? She could still be out there
       somewhere, injured, alone, scared. And it’s your fault, isn’t
       it?</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: it’s...</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: it’s all my fault.</p>
       </div>
@@ -118,7 +118,7 @@
       you feel, you should look around first before you leave. You were
       the one who dragged her here. You owe her at least that much. Plus,
       there’s someone else on your mind, isn’t there?</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: ...</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">You proceed to wander for a long fucking
@@ -133,7 +133,7 @@
       miss it.</p>
       <p class="dirk">There. Eleven o’clock. Do you see it? It’s that
       tiny dot floating over there.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: huh?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">You scramble to catch it before it drifts
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat19.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat19.xhtml
index 3befd7e..10afa5b 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat19.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat19.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s19'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 19</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent dirk"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">A</span>nyway,
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent dirk"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">A</span>nyway,
       back to the B Plot.</p>
       <p class="dirk">Right about now, Jade should be wrapping up her
       political presentation to Roxy and Calliope, using a lot more
@@ -36,14 +36,14 @@
       flightiness and the kind of legit, down-to-earth cred that can only
       be earned by having done something like cutting open your own
       grandfather and stuffing him full of polyurethane foam.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: so you see janes neoliberal austerity
       measures—</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">Roxy groans upon hearing the phrase
       “neoliberal austerity measures” for no less than the third time in
       this presentation.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: as i outlined here in graph b-2</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: and here in figure a-6</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: and here!!! in this very spooky drawing i
@@ -78,12 +78,12 @@
       She spins them around her, gliding her hands through the air like a
       conductor, before folding the pages together and shrinking them to
       pocket size.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: and!!</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: that’s my pitch!!!!</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">Roxy and Calliope exchange a look.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="calliope">CALLIOPE: i’m...</p>
       <p class="calliope">CALLIOPE: going to get Us tea and snacks. woUld
       yoU like some, jade?</p>
@@ -98,7 +98,7 @@
       to disguise the fact that she is in fact fleeing. Jade deflates as
       she watches her go, sensing that her presentation wasn’t the slam
       dunk she was hoping for.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: soooo..........</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: what do you think?</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: hmmmm</p>
@@ -134,13 +134,13 @@
       <p class="dirk">Jade drifts down to sit cross-legged on the couch
       beside Roxy. She stares at her with a doggish expression—eyes wide,
       head lolling to the side—until she gets an answer.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: i just dont rly</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: care about politics that much i guess</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">Roxy turns to face Jade again, smiling
       apologetically.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: also this election is all kinds of
       personal</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: i mean if i came into ur house and asked u to
@@ -166,7 +166,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">Roxy frowns. Jade is being pretty
       unfair.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: *fragile*</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: shes gotta be miss perfect all the time for
       the billboards n press meetings</p>
@@ -198,12 +198,12 @@
       as I can tell. She still wears her heart on her sleeve. But the
       bottom line remains: Roxy Lalonde is still utterly fucking
       inscrutable.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: well janes not perfect</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">Roxy shrugs and runs a hand through her
       hair, which has been recently cut shorter than usual.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: and idk if shell be a good president</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: but shes not betty crocker</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: and i luv her and i dont wanna hurt her
@@ -214,7 +214,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent dirk">Calliope returns from the kitchen with
       three cups, a handmade teapot, and some candied cakes. Jade finally
       relents.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: fiiiiine</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: i understand</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: callie what about you?</p>
@@ -223,7 +223,7 @@
       brushes Jade’s skirt aside so she can sit down. She puts a claw to
       her mouth and makes a facial expression more complicated than you’d
       think a skull would be capable of.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="calliope">CALLIOPE: oh, i’d rather stay Uninvolved, thank
       yoU.</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: :(</p>
@@ -240,13 +240,13 @@
       she still can’t believe that she has so many friends. She smiles at
       Jade, and Jade smiles back. The tea tastes great. The cakes are
       even better. Callie’s an artist in everything she does.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: wow callie youre such an amazing hostess!</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: hehehe roxy youre so lucky to have her</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">Roxy giggles. Awkwardly. She gives Jade a
       gentle jostle, an elbow to the ribs, and lowers her voice.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: psst not “her,” “them”</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: oh</p>
       </div>
@@ -254,11 +254,11 @@
       wide-eyed look to Calliope, who is still smiling politely. She
       realizes, a bit too late, the profoundly insensitive nature of her
       social misstep.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: oh!!!!!!</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">She grabs one of Calliope’s hands.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: oh wow!</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: im sorry i didnt mean to be uh... culturally
       insensitive?</p>
@@ -277,7 +277,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent dirk">Roxy pauses, even though the lilt of her
       voice makes the sentence sound unfinished. She stutters the next
       part out.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: m-me too actually</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: you??</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: o yeah we are both a “they” household now</p>
@@ -286,7 +286,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">Wait.</p>
       <p class="dirk">What?</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: really?</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: yup</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: well</p>
@@ -312,7 +312,7 @@
       insulting</em> anyone would ever imagine otherwise.</p>
       <p class="dirk">So yeah, I’m gonna allow it.</p>
       <p class="dirk">Carry on.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: wow that felt good to say aloud man</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: ahah hahaha hell of a way to come out</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: its ok</p>
@@ -336,7 +336,7 @@
       own thoughts. Reasonable thoughts, I’d say. But I’ll refrain from
       any further comment. I’m staying away from this subject, from now
       on.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: so youre uh</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: not...... “doing gender” anymore??</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: ya i guess not lmfao</p>
@@ -348,13 +348,13 @@
       <p class="no-indent dirk">Calliope takes a teacake between two of
       her claws and eats it delicately, hyper-aware of the horrible
       gnashing and snapping her powerful jaw is capable of.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="calliope">CALLIOPE: my ideas aboUt gend—</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">SHIT. Between two of <em>their</em>
       claws. They take a teacake between two of their claws and eats it
       delicately. Sorry, my bad.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="calliope">CALLIOPE: —er were entirely inflUenced by my
       time watching earth.</p>
       <p class="calliope">CALLIOPE: i sUppose i only thoUght of myself as
@@ -386,7 +386,7 @@
       her. Eye-opening, really. Why hadn’t anyone told her this was even
       an option when she was younger? She probably would have loved being
       a “they” when she was a teen.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: i mean what am i gonna do</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: get married and pop out 100 bbs?</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: uh... no???</p>
@@ -411,13 +411,13 @@
       certainly didn’t notice.</p>
       <p class="dirk">But there is something wrong. And this time,
       they’ll notice.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: i...</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: i.........</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">Jade drops her tea. The cup hits the
       floor and shatters.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: jade?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">She takes in a sharp breath. She’s not
@@ -426,7 +426,7 @@
       circle, burning a hole in her eyes. She tries to stand, but her
       knees wobble and knock together. Roxy shoots out of her seat and
       catches her before she hits the floor.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: o shit</p>
       <p class="calliope">CALLIOPE: is she okay?</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: idk</p>
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat2.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat2.xhtml
index 66f41b5..aafc9a9 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat2.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat2.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s2'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 2</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: bro</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">In the heart of the Troll Kingdom’s capital
@@ -37,7 +37,7 @@
       trollish non-euclidean architecture and bizarre social mores, and
       Karkat has adjusted his diurnal schedule to, in theory, see the
       sun.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: bro you have got to check this out</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Karkat is leaning forward, munching on
@@ -45,7 +45,7 @@
       watching. The glow from the television highlights the dark bags
       under his eyes. Dave reaches out and, very gently, pokes Karkat in
       the cheek. Karkat flinches out of his full-body slouch.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: NOT NOW DAVE. JAKE’S ASS IS ON TV
       AGAIN.</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: stop ogling jakes ass this is important</p>
@@ -69,7 +69,7 @@
       say, the second option was much less popular.</p>
       <p>Karkat gestures at the televised spectacle, a bit
       helplessly.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: IT’S ALL IN THE WAY IT’S BEING PROGRAMMED
       BY THE STATION.</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: IT TOOK ME A WHILE TO NOTICE, BECAUSE
@@ -108,7 +108,7 @@
       they can both read the news on his phone. Karkat tips his head to
       the side to get a better view, until it bumps against Dave’s
       shoulder.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: got the announcement right here</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: YOU MEAN PRESIDENT OF EARTH?</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: yeah</p>
@@ -133,7 +133,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Karkat, without drastically altering his
       position on the couch, turns his head so that he can look Dave
       straight in the sunglasses.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: DAVE, I DON’T KNOW IF YOU’VE NOTICED,
       BUT</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: A LOT OF HUMANS ARE???</p>
@@ -156,7 +156,7 @@
       He reaches for another beetle as his guffaws subside, and eats it
       in a manner he hopes will convey his casual contempt for Dave’s
       insinuation.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND? DO YOU
       HAVE ANY IDEA HOW *RICH* SHE IS?</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: dude were all rich</p>
@@ -170,7 +170,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Karkat stops chewing his beetle and does a
       literal spit take right into Dave’s face.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: ME???????????????</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: yeah man</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: its perfect</p>
@@ -231,7 +231,7 @@
       movies, eating chips, or talking about the top six hundred stupid
       things Karkat saw earlier that day because he made his intrepid
       annual decision to go outside.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: MAYBE I DON’T ACTUALLY LIKE BEING
       FAMOUS?</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: AND MAYBE THAT’S AS GOOD A FUCKING REASON
@@ -267,7 +267,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Very slowly, Karkat raises his right palm and
       forcefully unites it with his own face.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: he barely even got a chance to prove
       himself</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: he was sworn into office and it was cool and
@@ -366,7 +366,7 @@
       Space. Dave pats Karkat’s knee comfortingly, and Karkat lets out a
       quivering breath of sorrow, of remembrance.</p>
       <p>Into this reverent silence, Dave says:</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: i think he would be totally in favor of my
       idea btw</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: he loved democracy</p>
@@ -405,7 +405,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">There’s a measure of real concern and passion
       working its way into Dave’s voice. Karkat, despite his typical
       front of loud indignation, hangs on every word.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: and once rose and kanaya crank out a few more
       broods in the caverns i guess were supposed to think its all fixed
       right</p>
@@ -446,7 +446,7 @@
       whatever tension Dave’s impassioned appeal was causing to brew
       inside him. Motherfucker literally just told him to think of the
       economy.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: jane has this reputation for being awesome at
       business but imo she actually just sucks</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: she doesnt seem to be even remotely aware how
@@ -514,7 +514,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Dave wipes an invisible tear from beneath the
       rim of his sunglasses.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: do it for obama</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: GOD DAMN IT DAVE.</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: I DON’T REALLY GIVE A FUCK ABOUT
@@ -526,7 +526,7 @@
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: I DO CARE ABOUT YOU.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Dave smiles.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: SO</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: I’LL DO IT.</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: WHY NOT.</p>
@@ -562,7 +562,7 @@
       bounces off the glass of the framed print of Dave’s “least
       psychologically revealing <em>SBaHJ</em> strip.” Karkat sighs and
       rubs the space between his horns.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: CAN’T I JUST</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: READ A BUNCH OF BULLSHIT YOU WRITE FOR ME
       OFF A TELEPROMPTER?</p>
@@ -573,7 +573,7 @@
       back around and points the pen straight at Karkat. The arc of his
       arm’s motion is polished and decisive even though it’s been a long
       time since he’s properly used a sword.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: but you also need to be natural and speak
       from the heart and shit</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: just like</p>
@@ -600,7 +600,7 @@
       props his chin on his palms so that he can watch Dave scribble
       political ambitions directly into the shittiest paint program on
       his OS.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: time to talk some strategy</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: we need to rally as much high profile support
       to our cause as we can</p>
@@ -642,7 +642,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">They stare at each other. Karkat sighs and
       Dave raps his pen against the tablet screen in a slow, uneven
       staccato.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: uh</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: i think its fair to say shes going to be on
       our side</p>
@@ -711,7 +711,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Jake’s butt flexes on the television, as if in
       response. Karkat cannot avoid watching it from the corner of his
       eye.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: OH, FUCK.</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: no this is important</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: jake is a huge wild card here</p>
@@ -758,7 +758,7 @@
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: WHAT?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Dave fishes his phone out from his lap.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: dirks calling me</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: WHAT THE FUCK DOES HE WANT?</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: idk he just calls me out of the blue from
@@ -790,7 +790,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Dave hits the callback button. On the
       television, Dirk’s phone begins ringing.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: sup</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Hey dude.</p>
       </div>
@@ -804,7 +804,7 @@
       he’s shooting his sparring partner is caught halfway between
       confused and exasperated.</p>
       <p>Karkat looks from Dave to the TV and back again.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Got your sword handy?</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: always</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Good. See, I’m in sort a bind here.</p>
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index b8afff1..98acf01 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat20.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat20.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s20'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 20</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent dirk"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">J</span>ade gasps
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent dirk"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">J</span>ade gasps
       awake, and begins to spiral.</p>
       <p class="dirk">Her body vibrates, sending waves of space
       distortion out in all directions. But there’s nothing to absorb
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat21.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat21.xhtml
index 07498f2..76b2b06 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat21.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat21.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s21'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 21</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: holy shit thats disgusting</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: DON’T BE A FUCKING XENOPHOBE</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: im not being a xenophobe</p>
@@ -35,7 +35,7 @@
       shuffles his feet to the edge of the outcropping they’re standing
       on and stares down at the brood pit, where the Mother Grub of Earth
       C is squelching out unfertilized jelly.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: dude you know im not a xenophobe</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">No answer. This silence makes Dave
@@ -49,7 +49,7 @@
       <p class="dirk">Dave could definitely be handling this situation
       with a certain measure of restraint or grace. But he’s got my
       genes, so he decides to handle it a different way than that.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: i mean thats what this whole election thing
       is about</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: having your back when it comes to this
@@ -68,7 +68,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">Karkat still doesn’t answer. He’s staring
       real intently at the jelly.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: dude hey</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: karkat</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: yo karkat you listening?</p>
@@ -94,7 +94,7 @@
       half in shadow and half in orange light. Dave winces as the grub’s
       nasty slime chute sputters out a bunch of air bubbles. It’s a
       gross, gurgling fart that goes on basically forever.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: yeah but it is totally disgusting right</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: I CAN’T FUCKING BELIEVE YOU</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: WHAT PART OF THIS IS DISGUSTING?</p>
@@ -129,7 +129,7 @@
       she was doing grub science, wiping her hands on a silk cloth. She’s
       glowing. Her skin, I mean. Her mood can be politely described as
       pensive. Still, she smiles at the sight of old friends.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: whats shaking sis</p>
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Must You Always Call Me That</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: nah but it does feel pretty rad to say</p>
@@ -151,7 +151,7 @@
       common Davism that involves two hands and a double-wrist swivel.
       It’s an incredibly good imitation, because he sees this particular
       bit of body language like ten times a day.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: ...MOTION WITH YOUR HANDS DOESN’T MAKE IT
       SMOOTH</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: no see the reason its smooth is because i was
@@ -182,14 +182,14 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">Kanaya regards them with a thin-lipped
       smile that is equal measures patronizing and fond.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: So This Is About The Election</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: AH.</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: YES.</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: YOU’VE ALREADY HEARD.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">Kanaya holds up her phone.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: I Do Get The Internet Down Here</p>
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: I Am Impressed That You Managed To Be
       Seen In Front Of That Many People Without Spontaneously Bursting
@@ -235,7 +235,7 @@
       hand there and pulls him a step closer so that she can speak softly
       to him. Her voice travels high in the empty cavern, but her tone is
       tender and private.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: While I Know That It Is Difficult For You
       To Take A Direct Compliment</p>
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: I Have In The Past Put My Faith In You
@@ -247,7 +247,7 @@
       more carefully than usual. She takes her hand off Karkat’s head and
       puts two fingers to her lip. Karkat’s eyes follow the motion, wide
       and bright as dollar coins.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: *Existential*</p>
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Is How I Think I Shall Put It</p>
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: If We Are Going To Be Polite</p>
@@ -255,7 +255,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">Kanaya sighs and starts making her way
       around the edge of the brood pit.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: How Could I Not Be When It Concerns Me So
       Directly</p>
       </div>
@@ -268,7 +268,7 @@
       he and I have in common.</p>
       <p class="dirk">We internalize and project the quality in very
       different ways, however, which is why I’m going to win.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Jane Has Been Here To Speak With Me
       Recently In Fact</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: no fucking way</p>
@@ -288,7 +288,7 @@
       steps between the puddles of brood jelly and approaches the Mother
       Grub. She rests an ear against the rise of its massive stomach,
       then taps the shell with two perfectly manicured fingernails.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: By Which I Mean That Jane Is Perfectly
       Pleasant And I Believe That She Has Only The Best Of Intentions</p>
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: But I Cant Shake The Feeling That Deep
@@ -313,7 +313,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent dirk">When Kanaya is satisfied by whatever she
       hears churning inside the grotesque insides of the giant bug, she
       comes back up to the lip of the pit and hoists herself out.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: This Is Why I Trust You Karkat</p>
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Because You Listen To Advice From Below
       And Beside You Not From Above</p>
@@ -323,7 +323,7 @@
       <p class="dave">DAVE: so weve got your endorsement then</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">She laughs, not kindly.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Jane Offered Me “A Seat” On The “Board Of
       Responsible Troll Reproduction”</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: WHAT THE FUCK. HOW DARE SHE!</p>
@@ -377,7 +377,7 @@
       construct. It’s pure ego for any of them to believe that their
       personal interpretation of it will result in the most effective
       laws.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: you know</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: that might be the magic ticket folks need to
       hear to wake up about this issue</p>
@@ -421,13 +421,13 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">Dave mimes laying down and taking pills.
       The look Kanaya gives him is neither fond nor patronizing.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: whats up with that anyway</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: are you guys uh</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: grub pregnant</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">Kanaya keeps staring.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: DAVE WHAT THE FUCK</p>
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: No</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: its ok if you are we wont tell</p>
@@ -462,7 +462,7 @@
       you put a foot in your mouth, shoving it all the way through your
       intestines and pulling it out your ass is a valid tactic, he seems
       to believe.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: id be cool with it yknow</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: bring on the rosemary combo grubs</p>
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Rosemary</p>
@@ -499,23 +499,19 @@
       it, because I’m the one holding the phone, and Rose is in
       absolutely no condition to be having a conversation with anyone.
       Not even her cherished bride.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Hey,</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Sorry, but Rose can’t come to the phone right
       now.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">Kanaya’s voice turns sharp right
       away.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: <em>Excuse Me</em></p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">She can sense that something’s wrong.
-      She’s also smart enough, and facile enough</p>
-      <p>in handling questionable men, to understand that she quickly
-      needs to regulate the</p>
-      <span class="Standard-Text CharOverride-32">tone of her voice for
-      diplomatic purposes.</span>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      She’s also smart enough, and facile enough in handling questionable men, to understand that she quickly needs to regulate the tone of her voice for diplomatic purposes.</p>
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Dirk</p>
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Is That You</p>
       </div>
@@ -523,14 +519,14 @@
       distracted by something. She really should chill out, anyway. I’ve
       got everything under control. Not that she’ll ever be able to fully
       appreciate this.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Dirk</p>
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Why Are You With Rose</p>
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: <em>What Is Going On</em></p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">I don’t have time to explain right now.
       John’s doing something vaguely important to the plot again.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Kanaya, I don’t have time to explain right
       now.</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: John’s doing something vaguely important to
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat22.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat22.xhtml
index 0fbbe37..f926877 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat22.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat22.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s22'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 22</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent dirk"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">Y</span>ou’ve been
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent dirk"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">Y</span>ou’ve been
       drifting so long that you’ve lost the ability to objectively judge
       time or depth or distance. It’s getting hard to think about
       yourself as an objectively limited being. The boundaries of your
@@ -38,7 +38,7 @@
       gods? Why shouldn’t we become <em>one God</em>.</p>
       <p class="dirk">You scrunch up your nerdy face and furrow an
       eyebrow. It seems you aren’t enjoying this train of thought.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: why am i even THINKING about this
       bullshit??</p>
       </div>
@@ -46,14 +46,14 @@
       right now. I’m having a phenomenological debate in my third ear
       that’s way more popping than your little hero’s journey into the
       belly of a quarter-life crisis.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: argh!</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">It turns out you don’t have time to worry
       about the voice inside your head, because you hear one outside of
       it. At first you don’t think it’s real. You think it must be an
       aural mirage. Then it calls you the fuck out.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="feferi">MEENAH: yo blue guy</p>
       <p class="feferi">MEENAH: get the shell down here</p>
       </div>
@@ -62,7 +62,7 @@
       <p class="dirk">She’s clinging to a random server beacon, looking a
       little the worse for wear but still grinning. You float on down to
       greet her.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: thank god. i was beginning to think that no
       one else was alive.</p>
       <p class="feferi">MEENAH: im not alive</p>
@@ -75,7 +75,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent dirk">She narrows her blank eyes. Her mouth
       twists into a frown. Not quite a concerned one, but close enough.
       You’ll take it.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="feferi">MEENAH: i gotta say</p>
       <p class="feferi">MEENAH: damn buoy ya look like S)-(IT</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: yeah, i know.</p>
@@ -98,7 +98,7 @@
       aren’t glad to see Meenah, but you don’t <em>know</em> her, and
       she’s not who you were really looking for.</p>
       <p class="dirk">That reminds you.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: hey, uh...</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: mee...</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: fish?</p>
@@ -115,7 +115,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent dirk">This is without a doubt one of the worst
       conversations you’ve had in many, many years. And you aren’t just
       thinking that because I’m telling you you are.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: well...</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: she’s...</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: i dunno.</p>
@@ -131,7 +131,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent dirk">You’ve never been accused of having
       stellar people-reading skills. But even you can tell the look on
       her face says it all right now.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: wait a minute.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: do you even know MY name?</p>
       <p class="feferi">MEENAH: uhhh</p>
@@ -153,7 +153,7 @@
       pulls out a small, clamshell-shaped accessory kit, and begins to
       file her nails. She almost dislocates her jaw by yawning the moment
       you mention Jake.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: alright, we’re veering off course.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: jade is my sister.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: i think she’s still out here, somewhere.</p>
@@ -167,7 +167,7 @@
       person.</p>
       <p class="dirk">You exhale, and just let some stuff off your
       chest.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: man i...</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: i just didn’t expect everything to go to shit
       so fast.</p>
@@ -184,7 +184,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent dirk">There’s another awkward silence. You
       spend most of it looking at your feet, until something occurs to
       you.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: so what’s your plan now?</p>
       <p class="feferi">MEENAH: plan</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: yeah.</p>
@@ -207,7 +207,7 @@
       That’s what she <em>could</em> be thinking, you think. You hope not
       though, because if true, it would hurt your self-esteem.</p>
       <p class="dirk">She finally appears to make up her mind.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="feferi">MEENAH: naaah</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: why not?</p>
       <p class="feferi">MEENAH: ok for one thing genius</p>
@@ -228,12 +228,12 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">You lean in rather credulously, and bring
       your ear toward her cupped hand.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
-      <p class="meenah">MEENAH: (nerd)</p>
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
+      <p class="feferi">MEENAH: (nerd)</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">You pull back, unamused by the prank.
       What is this, you think. Fucking amateur hour?</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="feferi">MEENAH: reel cute you wanna be my savior blue
       boy</p>
       <p class="feferi">MEENAH: but the fact is you already helped me
@@ -247,19 +247,19 @@
       her.</p>
       <p class="dirk">Oh, shit. I think I know what just happened. You
       might want to check your pockets.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: wait a...</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: minute...</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">You fruitlessly fumble around in your
       front hoodie pocket.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: wait a fucking MINUTE!</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">Sure enough, it’s missing. The Ring of
       Life you stole back from Aranea has been re-stolen. Bitch just
       picked your pocket. You got played, man.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: <em>fuck!</em></p>
       </div>
       </div>
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat23.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat23.xhtml
index b351c90..3011e31 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat23.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat23.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s23'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 23</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Why Are You With Rose</p>
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: What Is Going On</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Why would you think something was going
@@ -93,7 +93,7 @@
       easy?</p>
       <p class="dirk">Kanaya loves Rose, but sometimes love just isn’t
       enough. Sometimes what you need is <em>understanding.</em></p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: You Are Testing My Patience Sorely
       Dirk</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Yeah, I’ve gotten pretty good at that.</p>
@@ -122,7 +122,7 @@
       <p class="dirk">Rose looks up from where she’s suffering on the
       floor. The shadows around her are growing. She stares at me with
       glassy eyes.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Is everything okay?</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Yeah. Just a telemarketer.</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: You know how those carapacians can be when
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat24.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat24.xhtml
index 462d39b..68f64e2 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat24.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat24.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s24'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 24</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent dirk"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">T</span>he server
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent dirk"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">T</span>he server
       Meenah fled through is a distant speck now. You look back, and
       can’t even see it anymore. In fact, you’re not even sure you’re
       looking in the right direction. You are utterly adrift, continuing
@@ -85,7 +85,7 @@
       suppose.</p>
       <p class="dirk">She waves back. But hearing her voice is what makes
       it real.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: H3Y LOS3R</p>
       </div>
       </div>
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat25.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat25.xhtml
index 84ef3a7..2a4407a 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat25.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat25.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s25'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 25</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Customarily, we speak in favorable terms
       about “getting to know each other” as people.</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Humans, I mean. I doubt trolls are as fixated
@@ -67,7 +67,7 @@
       faded to light behind her, assuming the shape of a Rose-like
       apparition. I nod to her, and she continues. When she speaks, it’s
       almost as if it’s the apparition that’s doing the talking.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: But is it really a good idea?</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: To know a person?</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Know them inside and out, so thoroughly that
@@ -85,7 +85,7 @@
       of intellectual pablum could pour out of my mouth any second, and
       she’s not prepared. For all she knows, I’m about to start quoting
       Kierkegaard.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Please don’t start quoting Kierkegaard.</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: You’ve never even read Kierkegaard, have
       you.</p>
@@ -187,7 +187,7 @@
       attributes it to exhaustion, an all-encompassing sense of weakness
       due to her condition. Of course, she <em>has</em> been weakened by
       her condition, and thus she suspects nothing.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Never mind.</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: You shouldn’t be moving around much in your
       condition, remember?</p>
@@ -202,7 +202,7 @@
       To be honest, I don’t even notice myself until I’ve done it. I
       continue speaking, and she remains rapt. But now even I can’t help
       but wonder where I’m going with this.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Logically speaking, individuality is a
       collection of processes and properties, interrelations of matter
       and experience all bundled together.</p>
@@ -214,7 +214,7 @@
       narratively permitted a response. I’m forgetting myself, like a
       fool. Distracted by the surprise my own actions have caused me. I
       resolve to stay focused, remain in control. I let her speak.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: I don’t understand.</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: You do, though.</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: We’ve been talking about it, but using
@@ -248,7 +248,7 @@
       concentration speaking to the migraine she must be fighting now.
       Small beads of sweat appear on her forehead. She won’t respond. And
       not because I haven’t allowed it.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Rose, stop being a fucking martyr and open
       your eyes.</p>
       </div>
@@ -263,7 +263,7 @@
       she drifts beyond the torments of her unbundling mind. My words
       feel like her own intimate thoughts and my distant voice in the
       room at the same time.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Open your eyes wider.</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: What do you see?</p>
       </div>
@@ -273,7 +273,7 @@
       shuddering breath and runs an invisible pair of hands afforded by
       her new sight over the narrative whole cloth, and begins smoothing
       out the wrinkles.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: I see... John.</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Doing exactly what you told him to do, like a
       good boy.</p>
@@ -301,7 +301,7 @@
       yourself, stop what you’re doing, flip the whole thing over, and
       begin again. I’ll be right here when you get back, waiting. Trust
       me, no one’s going anywhere.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: So, what do you think?</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: It’s difficult to say.</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: I suppose there are negatives and positives.
@@ -347,7 +347,7 @@
       of micromanaging the inconsistent and confused desires of total
       imbeciles, wouldn’t it be a relief to have someone by my side who
       understood me?</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: You’re almost there.</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: All your eyes are open, Rose.</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Now all you need to do is take a step off the
@@ -380,7 +380,7 @@
       either. It’s like the first time you see the Green Sun. Of course
       it is, because that’s the way I’m describing it. The truth belongs
       to me. And as of now, so does she.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: I see it now.</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: You’re right.</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Have I ever not been?</p>
@@ -388,13 +388,13 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">A wrinkle in her brow. It smoothes out
       quickly. She murmurs to herself, trailing off quietly.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: What... time is it...?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">I step forward and steady her, hand firm
       but gentle against her cheek. That’s all she needs: a stable
       anchor.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Rose, does time even exist?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">You already know the answer.</p>
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index 9c9de26..1761455 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat26.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat26.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s26'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 26</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent dirk"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">J</span>ade kicks
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent dirk"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">J</span>ade kicks
       her shoeless feet behind her slowly, as if she’s swimming with the
       current of the gravitational waves pulling her ever closer to their
       source. Her feet aren’t completely bare; they’re still covered by
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat27.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat27.xhtml
index 5e0a12a..77bae15 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat27.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat27.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s27'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 27</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent calliope-dead"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">A</span>nd then,
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent calliope-dead"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">A</span>nd then,
       she opens her eyes.</p>
       <p class="calliope-dead">not the jade who just returned to me. the
       jade living on earth c, sleeping on a couch.</p>
@@ -34,7 +34,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">she snaps awake. her human hands
       are clammy. her face, expressive due to the layers of flesh
       enveloping her skull, appears haunted to her friends.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: omg!</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: jade</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: jade u ok?</p>
@@ -70,7 +70,7 @@
       So maybe we could stand to dial down the melodrama, just a bit?</p>
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">when jade turns to look at roxy,
       her eyes are completely black.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: woah</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: what the actual f...</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: are you</p>
@@ -102,14 +102,14 @@
       wails in protest at his imminent narrative impotence. however,
       there is nothing he can do as long as jade remains in this
       trance.</p>
-      <p>Nah, I’m being chill as a cucumber about this, considering
+      <p class="no-indent dirk">Nah, I’m being chill as a cucumber about this, considering
       you’re vagueblogging the shit out of my methodological approach to
       storytelling right where I can see it. Which is to say, directly
       into my fucking brain, apparently?</p>
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">calliope emerges from the
       kitchen, carrying a bowl of cool water and a cloth. jade turns her
       head to meet the sound of their footsteps.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="calliope">CALLIOPE: i came back as fast as i coU—</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">the bowl of water clatters to
@@ -125,7 +125,7 @@
       slides off the couch to approach them. but calliope stumbles
       backward in terror and trips in their desperation to escape. roxy
       gapes at them.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: hey callie</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: whats going on?</p>
       <p class="calliope">CALLIOPE: i...</p>
@@ -134,7 +134,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">calliope does not talk to them.
       roxy looks to calliope, then to jade, sensing that there is dark
       energy coursing between them.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: would one of you just effing say something
       already?</p>
       </div>
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat28.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat28.xhtml
index 01919ea..c9a20da 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat28.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat28.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s28'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 28</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: uh, how long have you been watching?</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: LONG 3NOUGH TO SM3LL YOU FL41L1NG 4BOUT
       L1K3 4 W1GGL3R WH1L3 T4LK1NG TO J4D3S SHO3S</p>
@@ -45,7 +45,7 @@
       <p class="calliope-dead">and he does mean more to her than that.
       her hesitation isn’t meant to make him feel unwelcome. she’s simply
       processing what she is “seeing.” something is off about him.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: JOHN DO NOT T4K3 TH1S P3RSON4LLY</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: 4LTHOUGH 1 DO 4BSOLUT3LY M34N 1T
       P3RSON4LLY</p>
@@ -59,7 +59,7 @@
       <p class="calliope-dead">she decides to keep her observations to
       herself, lest she cause this ailing version of john more
       confusion.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: yeah well... you smell like shit too!</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: 1 4SSUM3 TH4T YOU 4R3 CORR3CT</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: B31NG TH4T 1V3 B33N OUT H3R3 FOR 4
@@ -72,7 +72,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">john laughs, exposing his two
       rows of disarmingly dull human teeth, signature characteristics of
       his smile.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: oh this?</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: it’s only a flesh wound, haha.</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: Y3S JOHN, G3N3R4LLY WOUNDS T3ND TO H4PP3N
@@ -121,7 +121,7 @@
       between one’s archetypical appearance and idiosyncratic personal
       attributes. terezi is definitely cute, john decides. the conclusion
       is now at the forefront of his mind.</p>
-      <p class="no-indent dirk"><span class="type-bs type-hs-bottom--md">I don’t fucking believe
+      <p class="no-indent dirk"><span class="type-bs type-hs-bottom">I don’t fucking believe
       this.</span></p>
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">but he still resists, doubts
       himself. perhaps it’s even weirder to frame it this way, he
@@ -133,7 +133,7 @@
       entertained by a man of low character. by, perhaps, a scoundrel.
       his worries are interrupted, as terezi floats over and flicks him
       on the forehead.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: DONT STR41N YOURS3LF TH1NK1NG TOO H4RD
       TH3R3 3GB3RT</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: uh, yeah, now that i think about it, that was
@@ -160,7 +160,7 @@
       compared to humans, trolls have little color to lose. when they
       feel ill, there is a pallor to them, a dusty quality running deeper
       than the surface of the skin.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: woah! are you ok?</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: OF COURS3 NOT!</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: JOHN, 1 4M 1N TH3 PROC3SS OF ST4RV1NG TO
@@ -197,7 +197,7 @@
       temptation to playfully antagonize john against the virtue of
       sincere expression. there are times she worries the latter may be
       more appropriate.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: TH4NKS 3GB3RT</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: no problem. we’re friends, terezi...</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: it’s not like i’m going to let you die out
@@ -212,7 +212,7 @@
       his ever-prepared father must have captchalogued a second one as a
       backup. perhaps, as john speculates, in case his primary vehicle
       got a flat tire.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: ...</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: YOU WH4T JOHN?</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: uh, hold that thought...</p>
@@ -223,7 +223,7 @@
       from the dealership. it strikes john as the first bit of good luck
       he’s had all day.</p>
       <p class="calliope-dead">terezi is less impressed.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: 1S TH1S P4TH3T1C4LLY PR1M1T1V3 FOUR WH33L
       D3V1C3 3D1BL3, OR 4M 1 M1SUND3RST4ND1NG SOM3TH1NG H3R3</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: no, it’s just that i...</p>
@@ -250,7 +250,7 @@
       of the woods. it is confident only in its surety of being
       unobserved. like this, he does not think she is cute at all. no,
       she is beautiful. this vision of her is haunting to him.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: 1TS R34LLY 4 M3SS OUT H3R3 1SNT 1T</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: yeah...</p>
       </div>
@@ -258,7 +258,7 @@
       to search for something edible and to take his eyes away from her.
       objects begin appearing around him as he leafs through the cards. a
       crumpled fedora. a silk tie. his father’s backup cufflinks.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: what are you doing out here anyway?</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: WH4T DO YOU TH1NK 1M DO1NG OUT H3R3?</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: LOOK1NG FOR VR1SK4 OF COURS3</p>
@@ -285,7 +285,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">terezi stares at him with her
       wide, red eyes.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: Y34RS...</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: yes.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: oh. a year is about half a sw—</p>
@@ -311,7 +311,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">she leans in close to sniff him
       carefully.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: HMMM</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: YOU SM3LL OLD3R</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: BUT NOT 4S OLD 4S 1 THOUGHT YOUD B3</p>
@@ -323,7 +323,7 @@
       quickly snatches something out of the open wallet. it is a can of
       human shaving cream. she clutches it with covetous desperation, her
       mouth watering.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: terezi, no!</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: that’s not food!!</p>
       </div>
@@ -341,7 +341,7 @@
       <p class="calliope-dead">but no. it’s just my brother’s tooth,
       lodged deep in his chest, spreading its poison. it really should be
       extracted before it’s too late.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: um... you feel better?</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: Y3S</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: that’s good.</p>
@@ -354,7 +354,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">she grabs him by the shirt. her
       voice begins to waver. he notices desperation in the dark circles
       under her eyes.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: PL34S3 JOHN</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: C4N W3 JUST</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: ST4Y 4 L1TTL3 LONG3R?</p>
@@ -364,7 +364,7 @@
       he redoubles his effort to ignore the pain. he fights back tears.
       she can sense his great struggle but says nothing. with a tilt of
       his head, he gestures toward the car.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: um. ok.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: we can stay a little longer.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: why don’t you rest in the back seat, so you
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat29.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat29.xhtml
index d8cc0c8..fb9a3cd 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat29.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat29.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s29'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 29</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent calliope-dead"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">T</span>he
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent calliope-dead"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">T</span>he
       elevator to jane’s office opens, and she stumbles inside. the last
       traces of trickster mode are bleeding off her aura. the great gift
       of this sacred boon has run its course for the evening, and though
@@ -49,7 +49,7 @@
       many detractors who claim that the whole thing is “extremely
       problematic.” i doubt this is true but must also acknowledge it
       exceeds the scope of my expertise to comment on the subject.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: Oh my goodness.</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: It’s NOT problematic!</p>
       </div>
@@ -58,7 +58,7 @@
       responding to her own inner monologue, which i, admittedly, am
       presently conducting. she appears to agree with me on this matter.
       the juju has truly blessed her with great wisdom.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: I have endured this argument for years, and I
       honestly cannot see a single thing about it that could be even
       thinly construed as <em>problematic</em>.</p>
@@ -82,7 +82,7 @@
       could possibly say it myself. it is unusually gratifying to witness
       a human with such high regard for hallowed cultural artifacts and
       the unparalleled blessings they bestow upon lesser beings.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: Wait, who am I talking to?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">jane rubs her eyes under her
@@ -100,7 +100,7 @@
       desk, her legs shaking as if she has just run a great distance.</p>
       <p class="calliope-dead">the moment she sits down, her phone begins
       to ring.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: Yes?</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Yo, don’t spend too much time in Trickster
       Mode.</p>
@@ -149,7 +149,7 @@
       not the type who takes well to having his plans upended, or his
       control of a shared vehicle fully suppressed. my brother wasn’t
       much that type either.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Oh, fuck off. I’m nothing like that guy.</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: Huh?</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: What guy?</p>
@@ -181,7 +181,7 @@
       examine the firing mechanism.</p>
       <p class="calliope-dead">the prince clearly believes he is a very
       clever boy. my brother did too.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: (Christ.)</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: So, on the Jake issue,</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Unfortunately, my influence is a
@@ -260,7 +260,7 @@
       place. he sets the weapon on his shoulder so he can test the view
       through the scope. the setting sun bounces off the slick, red metal
       and slices a bar of light across the wall behind him.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: Sigh.</p>
       <p class="jane">JANE: Dirk... do you want me to deal with Jake or
       not? You’ve offered nothing helpful yet, but you’ve shot down all
@@ -275,7 +275,7 @@
       the mantle. she admires it longingly. piously. she will never
       relinquish her priceless boon, no matter what reprehensible lies
       the prince whispers into her ear.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jane">JANE: Then what do you want me to DO?</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Play defense for a while. Like I said, I’ve
       got some cakes in the oven so to speak.</p>
@@ -295,15 +295,15 @@
       loaded, but the shot goes off without a hitch.</p>
       <p class="calliope-dead">what do you think you’re up to,
       prince?</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
-      <p class="dirk">DIRK: <span class="type-bs type-hs-bottom--md">Your
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
+      <p class="dirk">DIRK: <span class="type-bs type-hs-bottom">Your
       ass is mine, Jake English.</span></p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">he speaks under his breath
       inaudibly, perhaps frustrated, unaccustomed to scheming while
       others look over his shoulder. it’s possible he is not as bold, or
       as confident in his own designs as i believed.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: I <em>fucking</em> said, your ass is mine,
       Jake English.</p>
       </div>
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat3.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat3.xhtml
index a2e1374..284ff98 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat3.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat3.xhtml
@@ -25,7 +25,7 @@
     <div id='s3'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 3</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
       <p class="Command">&gt; JOHN: Zap.</p>
       <p class="no-indent">You zap back into canon. It’s been so long,
       you’d forgotten what it feels like. The atmosphere smacks
@@ -47,7 +47,7 @@
       and his codpiece jiggles ominously. Aranea staggers to her feet,
       looking rather pleased with herself. Until she notices you and
       gapes in bewilderment.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="aranea">ARANEA: What are you doing here?!</p>
       </div>
       <p class="Command">&gt; Rose was perfectly clear about what to do
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat30.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat30.xhtml
index a06c564..47119fa 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat30.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat30.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s30'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 30</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Ah chaps dont you love to take a rigorous
       jaunt about the wilds first thing in the morning, middle thing in
       the day, and last thing in the evening?</p>
@@ -38,7 +38,7 @@
       rigorously, as he put it, up the ridge of the mountain behind his
       mansion. every now and then, he pauses to accommodate the pace of
       his less limber friends.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: By jove karkat that you are so winded by such
       little activity is truly alarming!</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: WE’VE BEEN HIKING FOR A FUCKING HOUR,
@@ -68,7 +68,7 @@
       he sets his companion upright and continues to guide him with his
       hand on his back as he walks, the way an older human does with a
       small child who is learning to ride a bicycle.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: hey jake were cool on the whole cardio
       program or whatever</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: karkats not really what id call a kinesthetic
@@ -99,7 +99,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">jake spins around in his worn
       boots. he bites his lip and looks at the ground.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Ah i see. That was your purpose in coming out
       here.</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: yeah</p>
@@ -135,7 +135,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">a look of sadness sweeps across
       jake’s face, but he quickly turns it into a glare of
       indignation.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Ive seen the shit YOUVE been saying about
       HER!</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Your poorly optimized billboards about “huge
@@ -158,7 +158,7 @@
       his presence more than once. in his estimation, there are few
       individuals on this world who would benefit less from an in-depth
       discussion of political financing procedure than jake english.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: LOOK, DAVE. JAKE REALLY DOESN’T CARE WHAT
       A SUPER PAC IS.</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: I DON’T THINK ANYONE CARES ABOUT FUCKING
@@ -179,7 +179,7 @@
       mouth, and bumps him away with his hip, so that he may continue
       saying things he regards as terribly important for others to
       hear.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: ok but thats partially my point</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: were doing all our propaganda in house
       instead of outsourcing to unscrupulous shadow networks with deep
@@ -220,7 +220,7 @@
       internally, jake becomes pensive, thoughtful. he kicks a rock over
       the edge of the trail and watches it bounce down the mountain with
       a baleful expression.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Willickers dave has anyone ever told you that
       you have an uncanny talent for cutting straight and incisively to
       the point without sweating any of the bullshit.</p>
@@ -283,7 +283,7 @@
       prince’s grip. an old confidence fills him as he continues to
       speak, a feeling of inner freedom he hasn’t enjoyed in some
       time.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Why should i side with either of you?</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Flattery is all well and good but i hardly
       think i would bother casting my knickers in with anyones lot based
@@ -311,7 +311,7 @@
       but he realizes it’s only a tiny insect buzzing about his ear. a
       gnat-like presence of absolutely no consequence. he simply waves it
       away.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: ok yeah we can do that</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: you mean like</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: an actual pitch?</p>
@@ -335,7 +335,7 @@
       with sweeping conviction, and yet create a sense of intimacy when
       addressing an individual. he has learned to come across as one who
       was once a leader, and could be again.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: LOOK, JAKE.</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: I’M NOT GOING TO TRY TO SELL YOU SOME
       LUDICROUS STORY ABOUT HOW I’M THE BEST CANDIDATE EARTH C HAS EVER
@@ -424,7 +424,7 @@
       <p class="calliope-dead">and to whatever extent the prince intends
       to put jake’s life in jeopardy, for now, his agency remains safely
       obscured from his sniper sight.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Well dash my wig!</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Ill do it!</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: DASH YOUR WHAT?</p>
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat31.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat31.xhtml
index 4257bf2..e4f67e7 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat31.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat31.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s31'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 31</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent calliope-dead"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">T</span>erezi is
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent calliope-dead"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">T</span>erezi is
       munching her way through another tin of human fatherly tobacco as
       john crawls into the back seat. this has been their ritual for
       several days. precisely how many, they couldn’t say. between her
@@ -41,7 +41,7 @@
       knees up to his chest, unsure how to act around terezi or how much
       room to give her.</p>
       <p class="calliope-dead">she holds out a handful of tobacco.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: W4NT SOM3 D3L1C1OUS DRY C4NDY
       SH4V1NGS?</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: ew, no.</p>
@@ -52,7 +52,7 @@
       off her hand. his eyes can’t help but follow the motion of her
       tongue. it leaves a trail of faintly teal saliva behind that
       glistens in the strange light coming through the windows.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: it’s like... a poison plant. you’re not
       supposed to eat it, you’re supposed to put it in a pipe and smoke
       it.</p>
@@ -71,7 +71,7 @@
       look. her thick eyelashes shadow her gaze. he feels anxious without
       knowing why. it’s as if he’s waiting for something to happen. for
       something to change.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: WHY JOHN</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: 4R3 YOU CUR1OUS 4BOUT M3? H3H3H3H3</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: no!</p>
@@ -100,7 +100,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">terezi’s expression changes in a
       subtle way, slowly, like the tide pulling out. she snaps the
       tobacco tin shut and sets it down on the floor of the car.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: 1...</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: SUPPOS3 1 C4N B3 PR3TTY D1FF1CULT TO B3
       4ROUND</p>
@@ -111,7 +111,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">he unfolds his legs, so he can
       set a comforting hand on her shoulder. he wonders if he’s allowing
       it to linger there longer than it should.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: look.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: i’ve been really depressed and antisocial for
       the last few years.</p>
@@ -129,7 +129,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">he pushes her shoulder, lightly,
       so that they’re looking at each other.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: terezi.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: i want to have a real conversation with
       you.</p>
@@ -138,7 +138,7 @@
       nose contact with john, in a way that comes across as intently
       sincere. this arrangement lasts for about ten seconds before her
       mouth cracks in a grin, and she doubles over laughing.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: 4H4H4H4H4H4H4!</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: OH MY GOD TH4TS TH3 L4M3ST TH1NG 1V3
       H34RD 1N MY 3NT1R3 L1F3</p>
@@ -160,12 +160,12 @@
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">she pulls her legs up under her.
       her shoes catch the light and reflect it all over the ceiling in
       little red dots. john’s heart skips a beat.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: you’re wearing jade’s shoes.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">terezi frowns, and then her eyes
       widen as if she’s been caught. her reply is defensive.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: TH3Y W3R3 1N TH3 W4LL3T</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: oh yeah. i guess i put them in there.</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: 1 L1K3 TH3M</p>
@@ -179,7 +179,7 @@
       billions of pieces of debris from several shattered planets. he
       pictures terezi’s lifeless body as it collapses onto a
       corpse-shaped chalk outline she drew for herself.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: you know what happened, right? the first time
       we all met up and tried to fight the condesce?</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: we were completely unprepared and basically
@@ -211,12 +211,12 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">suddenly, terezi’s voice is very
       small.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: 1 R3M3MB3R 4LL TH4T</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: you do?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">she nods, smiling grimly.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: TH4TS WHY 1M OUT H3R3</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: YOU S33...</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: TH4T DOOM3D T3R3Z1 M1SS3D VR1SK4 *SO*
@@ -252,7 +252,7 @@
       notices his own palm grazing up the side of her neck to cup her
       face. the act was made with barely a thought, and his own boldness
       surprises himself.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: you SAVED everyone!</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: you’re the only reason we were able to defeat
       lord english and win the game at all!</p>
@@ -266,7 +266,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">terezi shrugs out from under his
       grasp but doesn’t move away.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: S1GH</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: DONT G3T M3 WRONG</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: 1M NOT D1SCOUNT1NG TH3 OBJ3CT1V3 V4LU3 OF
@@ -301,7 +301,7 @@
       reminds himself that he never wanted perfection, never asked for
       it. and yet he feels guilty every day for failing to enjoy it as
       much as he believes he was supposed to.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: ...</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: you’re right. i don’t.</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: 1F YOUV3 B33N D3PR3SS3D 4ND 4NT1SOC14L
@@ -319,7 +319,7 @@
       him, patient and sympathetic.</p>
       <p class="calliope-dead">she tips her head to one side, and
       asks,</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: WH4T 3ND3D UP H4PP3N1NG W1TH ROXY?</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: i...</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: dunno.</p>
@@ -340,7 +340,7 @@
       <p class="john">JOHN: what makes you say that?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">she taps her nose and winks.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: 1 DUNNO</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: TH4TS WH4T H4V1NG 4 HUNCH FUCK1NG M34NS,
       N3RD!</p>
@@ -359,12 +359,12 @@
       home with him.</p>
       <p class="calliope-dead">he wonders if the time is right. the time
       to ask.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: terezi... come home with me.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">she shakes her head. her face is
       turned against the light so he can’t read her expression.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: 1</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: 1M NOT R34DY Y3T</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: when WILL you be ready?</p>
@@ -383,7 +383,7 @@
       has a smear of shaving cream on the hem of her shirt, crusted over
       from sitting there for hours. she sniffs at the residue, then lifts
       her shirt to lick it off, crinkling her nose.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: HMM</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: YOU COULD B3 ON TO SOM3TH1NG</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: at least let me make a supply run.</p>
@@ -393,12 +393,12 @@
       uncontroversial compromise to offer, so he pulls back, preparing to
       travel back to earth c via his retcon capability. but terezi grabs
       him by the wrist.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: W41T</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">her eyes are wide, her voice
       cracked and desperate.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: DONT GO</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: PL34S3 JOHN</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: ST4Y W1TH M3 JUST 4 L1TTL3 LONG3R</p>
@@ -415,7 +415,7 @@
       <p class="calliope-dead">they are silent for a minute. they both
       stare ahead at the car seats in front of them, sitting close enough
       to hear the beat of each other’s hearts.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: ...DO YOU</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: W4NT M3 TO T4K3 4 LOOK 4T YOUR WOUND?</p>
       </div>
@@ -425,7 +425,7 @@
       he dwells on it, he can feel the ache again, both from the tooth
       piercing his flesh and, more insidiously, from the poison it has
       been delivering into his bloodstream.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: oh, um.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: yeah, we should probably do something about
       that.</p>
@@ -439,12 +439,12 @@
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">he rolls his eyes. terezi
       produces her cane and unsheathes the blade in one fluid motion. the
       metal rasps against the grain of its sheath, rather loudly.
-      <span class="dirk type-bs type-hs-bottom--md">I’m sorry, what? No
+      <span class="dirk type-bs type-hs-bottom">I’m sorry, what? No
       it doesn’t.</span> the noise resounds throughout the sealed
-      interior of the car <span class="dirk type-bs type-hs-bottom--md">Actually, drawing a sword is pretty quiet. It only makes that sound in the movies.</span>and rings through john’s skull like a gunshot.</p>
-      <p class="no-indent calliope-dead"><span class="dirk type-bs type-hs-bottom--md">Are you seriously manifesting inaccurate physical properties of
-      swords for the sole purpose of antago</span>john reflexively backs up against the door at <span class="dirk type-bs type-hs-bottom--md">Oh, fuck this.</span> the sight of the blade.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      interior of the car <span class="dirk type-bs type-hs-bottom">Actually, drawing a sword is pretty quiet. It only makes that sound in the movies.</span>and rings through john’s skull like a gunshot.</p>
+      <p class="no-indent calliope-dead"><span class="dirk type-bs type-hs-bottom">Are you seriously manifesting inaccurate physical properties of
+      swords for the sole purpose of antago</span>john reflexively backs up against the door at <span class="dirk type-bs type-hs-bottom">Oh, fuck this.</span> the sight of the blade.</p>
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: woah!</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: HOLD ST1LL 1F YOU DONT W4NT TO D13 FOR
       R34L</p>
@@ -461,7 +461,7 @@
       edges, bruised all around. his entire torso appears to be a mottled
       mess of purple and yellow, like a sort of fancy earth cheese.
       terezi’s blade cuts into it as easily as if it were.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: oh FUCK!</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: ow!!!!!</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: could have used some warning there,
@@ -486,7 +486,7 @@
       lashes brush the ridges of her cheekbones.</p>
       <p class="calliope-dead">her nostrils are flared, assessing the
       scent of his blood.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: 4R3 W3 DO1NG TH1S OR WH4T?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">he presses his eyes shut, and
@@ -495,14 +495,14 @@
       himself. as his own thoughts struggle to be honest with him, he
       cannot disguise the truth from me. what he is fighting is an
       intense desire to kiss her.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: g... go for it.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">she grinds the sword between two
       of his ribs. the pain returns instantly, his acclimation erased
       nearly as quickly. he clenches his jaw hard, and his head spins.
       terezi’s blade catches against something.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: HMMM</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: 1TS LODG3D 1N TH3R3 PR3TTY GOOD</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: BR4C3 YOURS3LF 3GB3RT, TH1S 1S GO1NG TO
@@ -517,7 +517,7 @@
       the car, in what suddenly strikes john as a fairly unhygienic
       surgical situation, and grabs his shirt with two clenched, red
       fists.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: 1 N33D TO STOP TH3 BL33D1NG</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: JUST FOLLOW MY L34D</p>
       </div>
@@ -547,7 +547,7 @@
       contradict one’s true thoughts and feelings. irrational. unbecoming
       of an existence governed by free will.</p>
       <p class="calliope-dead">what are you waiting for, john?</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: um.</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: FOR FUCKS S4K3 JOHN, DONT S4Y 4NYTH1NG
       STUP1D R1GHT NOW</p>
@@ -568,7 +568,7 @@
       really wants to do, which is ghost his hands all the way up the
       curve of her spine.</p>
       <p class="calliope-dead">she sighs into his mouth.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: OH MY GOD YOUR BLOOD SM3LLS D3L1C1OUS</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: woah.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: um, wow.</p>
@@ -580,7 +580,7 @@
       snarl and wraps both her hands around his neck. she doesn’t press
       down, but the weight of her thumbs above his throat makes his heart
       race.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: D1DNT 1 T3LL YOU</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: DONT</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: S4Y</p>
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat32.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat32.xhtml
index 9ada124..2406e6e 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat32.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat32.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s32'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 32</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent calliope-dead"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">R</span>oxy is
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent calliope-dead"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">R</span>oxy is
       nervously dialing rose’s number repeatedly. then they try kanaya.
       considering rose’s failing health, roxy hates to bother her, but
       they aren’t sure who else to call regarding jade’s unexpected
@@ -53,7 +53,7 @@
       conversations with dave simply have a reliable habit of straying
       far from the desired topic for extended periods of time. he picks
       up on the third ring.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: yo</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: love to chat but im kinda in the middle of
       something</p>
@@ -68,7 +68,7 @@
       jake as he heads toward the podium. he is scheduled to give a
       speech announcing his official endorsement of karkat vantas in his
       bid for the presidency.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: idk about that</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: in terms of scale and relativity and stuff
       maybe not</p>
@@ -86,10 +86,10 @@
       on dave’s end. the gathered crowd is relaxed by the warmth. many of
       them partake in the pleasure of a cool treat, such as earth “iced”
       cream.</p>
-      <p class="no-indent dirk"><span class="type-bs type-hs-bottom--md">Jesus fuck, this is
+      <p class="no-indent dirk"><span class="type-bs type-hs-bottom">Jesus fuck, this is
       excruciating.</span></p>
-      <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">it isn’t. <span class="dirk type-bs type-hs-bottom--md">Yeah it is.</span> no. it is not.
-      <span class="dirk type-bs type-hs-bottom--md">Okay. Whatever the
+      <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">it isn’t. <span class="dirk type-bs type-hs-bottom">Yeah it is.</span> no. it is not.
+      <span class="dirk type-bs type-hs-bottom">Okay. Whatever the
       fuck you say.</span></p>
       <p class="calliope-dead">the audience is large and diverse. mostly
       trolls and carapacians, but it is dotted with representation from
@@ -97,9 +97,9 @@
       certainly, but the very model of diversity compared to the crowds
       of his opponent. it is a true inspiration to all those who have
       placed their faith in the vantas ticket.</p>
-      <p class="no-indent dirk"><span class="type-bs type-hs-bottom--md">Lord save me from this fake woke
+      <p class="no-indent dirk"><span class="type-bs type-hs-bottom">Lord save me from this fake woke
       nightmare.</span> <span class="calliope-dead">be quiet.</span>
-      <span class="type-bs type-hs-bottom--md">No.</span> <span class="calliope-dead">yes.</span> <span class="type-bs type-hs-bottom--md">Let me fucking say stuff again.</span>
+      <span class="type-bs type-hs-bottom">No.</span> <span class="calliope-dead">yes.</span> <span class="type-bs type-hs-bottom">Let me fucking say stuff again.</span>
       <span class="calliope-dead">no.</span></p>
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">dave stops walking, and cups a
       hand around his phone in order to hear roxy over the chatter of the
@@ -107,7 +107,7 @@
       manner which signals to karkat that he should attempt to stall.</p>
       <p>You want to keep shutting me down? Fine. But check THIS shit
       out.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: lmao dirk just texted me about this</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: somehow he found out about jade did u tell
       him</p>
@@ -210,7 +210,7 @@
       me? How about we call a truce and end this petty feud. This is your
       one and only chance to accept.</p>
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">no.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: jakes on ur side then?</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: yeah</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: wasnt that hard to convince him after your
@@ -252,21 +252,21 @@
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">yes, is the resounding answer.
       calliope <em>is</em> beautiful, roxy thinks. and furthermore, they
       think they should be reminded of this fact every day.</p>
-      <p class="no-indent dirk"><span class="type-bs type-hs-bottom--md">Lol.</span></p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <p class="no-indent dirk"><span class="type-bs type-hs-bottom">Lol.</span></p>
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: you rly believe in him dont u</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: yeah</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: of course i do</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: because i...</p>
       </div>
-      <p class="no-indent dirk"><span class="type-bs type-hs-bottom--md">Love him? Come on, man. Just say
+      <p class="no-indent dirk"><span class="type-bs type-hs-bottom">Love him? Come on, man. Just say
       it.</span></p>
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">roxy listens for a moment after
       he trails off. they do not speculate or comment on his feelings
       toward karkat, because it is none of their business.</p>
-      <p class="no-indent dirk"><span class="type-bs type-hs-bottom--md">Pussies. I’m surrounded by fucking
+      <p class="no-indent dirk"><span class="type-bs type-hs-bottom">Pussies. I’m surrounded by fucking
       pussies.</span></p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: hey before you jet can i ask you another
       question</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: theres somethin else ive been meanin to ask u
@@ -274,7 +274,7 @@
       <p class="dave">DAVE: uh alright shoot</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">they take a deep breath.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: yea soooo</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: dave how did you come out</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: ...</p>
@@ -312,7 +312,7 @@
       now...</p>
       <p>That’s because he needs me. He’s suffering without my guidance.
       If only you’d stop being so cruel and let me help.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: anyway uh</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: thats a pretty deep question considering all
       the shit we have going on right now</p>
@@ -357,7 +357,7 @@
       performance of his signature booty-bumping charleston for the
       crowd’s entertainment, so they will be satiated for another few
       minutes.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: ok so</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: what ive learned is</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: coming to terms with all this bullshit is a
@@ -471,7 +471,7 @@
       of their gradual gender transformation. how would calliope feel
       about that? what is it that calliope themself understands or cares
       about gender?</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: The Prince opens his fucking mouth, and just
       literally starts SAYING SHIT, out loud, because he doesn’t think he
       can take another fucking second listening to a pompous alien virgin
@@ -483,7 +483,7 @@
       compensate for his feelings of disempowerment. while the strategy
       he is resorting to has moderate value as an amusement and a
       nuisance, it will ultimately be of no consequence whatsoever.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: No consequence, my ass. You may be able to
       suppress what I do with my mind, but you have no control over my
       mouth. I’m nobody’s fucking puppet.</p>
@@ -492,7 +492,7 @@
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: They’re mine.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">whatever you say.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Do you even know where I am right now?</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Do you have the <em>slightest</em> idea what
       I’m up to?</p>
@@ -513,7 +513,7 @@
       anticipated his attempt to assassinate his own friend in order to
       advance his political goals, and that i am prepared to take
       measures which make this impossible.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Yeah, well. Try and stop me then.</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: I fucking dare you.</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Here I go. I’m walking up the tower stairs
@@ -529,7 +529,7 @@
       flash through his mind, thoughts of giving up and retiring to his
       sad little robotics lab so he can continue with his true passion:
       the ongoing corruption of his cerebrally impaired daughter.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Argh. Wow, yeah.</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: You’re right. My feet are definitely getting
       heavy.</p>
@@ -551,7 +551,7 @@
       dislodged from its fixture with a loud crack. the huge, multiton
       bell plummets, crushing the surrounding staircases in its wake as
       it careens toward a young man consumed by hubris.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: The Prince busts out his sword and makes
       short work of that big old bell.</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: The slicing is accompanied by the
@@ -566,14 +566,14 @@
       apologize for my amateurism.”</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">no i don’t.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Sure you do.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">this foolishness is interrupted
       as we resume listening to a conversation which we are all
       considerably more invested in than catering to the inconsequential
       flailing of a grown man who fancies himself an earth ninja.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: well lets just say internalized whatevers are
       kind of like an onion</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: theres lots of layers</p>
@@ -602,14 +602,14 @@
       direction. something is off here. a dark feeling brewing in his
       intuition, which he decides to monitor as he wraps up his call with
       roxy.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: I’m on top of the tower now. I’ve got my long
       sniper rifle ready and everything.</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: I check to see if it’s loaded. It is. I get
       in the PERFECT spot for taking aim at this hunky imbecile who’s
       about to give a speech.</p>
       </div>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: anyway i dont think any of our friends are
       gonna hold your feet to the flames over dumb shit like this</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: and its not like anyone else is gonna care
@@ -660,7 +660,7 @@
       about to be an assassination attempt. karkat must be protected. and
       jake, the intended target, must be obscured from a sniper’s
       path.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: karkat! dude!!!</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: GET DOWN!</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: WHAT?????</p>
@@ -678,7 +678,7 @@
       everyone knows that for all of the prince’s shortcomings, he would
       never expose his beloved brother and son to the risk of a heroic
       death.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: You’re absolutely right.</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: I would never do that.</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: I’d never kill Dave, no matter what I felt
@@ -691,7 +691,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">and what would those things
       be?</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: First of all, this gun is loaded.</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: But not with bullets.</p>
       </div>
@@ -707,14 +707,14 @@
       pull off two tranquilizing shots at dave and then jake in quick
       succession, before he is stopped. it certainly would be a risk to
       even try. but as the humans say: no guts, no glory.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Yes. You’re right about the tranquilizer.</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: But there’s one more fact you’re not aware
       of.</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Which is that I never intended to aim for
       Jake at all.</p>
       </div>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: hellooooooo</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: dave??</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: whered ya go</p>
@@ -723,7 +723,7 @@
       dave continues guarding jake, pausing for a moment their critical
       discussion of human gender. meanwhile, the prince lowers the rifle,
       and strongly reconsiders the foolishness he has initiated here.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: No, that’s not what he does.</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: He swings the rifle around one hundred eighty
       degrees, and points the scope toward the large, now-curtainless
@@ -737,7 +737,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">his finger tenses up, quite
       painfully. perhaps it’s a cramp? whatever the malady, it isn’t
       budging.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Ow!</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Yeah, you got me. Can’t move it an inch.</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: The only problem is, he doesn’t need to pull
@@ -748,12 +748,12 @@
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: All he needs to do is say...</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">he doesn’t say it.</p>
-      <p class="no-indent dirk"><span class="type-bs type-hs-bottom--md">Oh, but he DOES.</span></p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <p class="no-indent dirk"><span class="type-bs type-hs-bottom">Oh, but he DOES.</span></p>
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: FIRE.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">...</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: I see. So you’re not going to say what
       happens next?</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Is that really how it’s gonna be?</p>
@@ -780,21 +780,21 @@
       </div>
       <p>it seems uncalled-for to insult her after this little stunt you
       just pulled. what did she do that was wrong?</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Oh, what’s that? You’re getting a little
       quiet for some reason.</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: You’re going to have to speak up.</p>
       </div>
       <p>this is not the last you’ll be hearing from me, prince.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Aaand, nope.</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: You’re getting quieter, not louder. You’re
       gonna need to work on that.</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Maybe try shouting it?</p>
       </div>
-      <p class="no-indent calliope-dead"><span class="type-bs type-hs-bottom--md">soon, i will be coming for
+      <p class="no-indent calliope-dead"><span class="type-bs type-hs-bottom">soon, i will be coming for
       you.</span></p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Yeah, I didn’t catch that at all.</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Not even one syllable.</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Guess that’s it for you? Back to not
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat33.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat33.xhtml
index da73cb2..f6f3535 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat33.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat33.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s33'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 33</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent dirk"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">S</span>peaking of
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent dirk"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">S</span>peaking of
       meat, holy shit. You just look more fucked up every time we come
       back to you, don’t you, John?</p>
       <p class="dirk">You’re a disgraceful mess right now. Covered in
@@ -54,7 +54,7 @@
       <p class="dirk">Terezi doesn’t make eye contact with you when she
       slithers back into her shirt. She rolls down the window and floats
       outside.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: um.</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: W3LL? COM3 ON</p>
       </div>
@@ -66,7 +66,7 @@
       girl in a car is some deep, soul-shattering experience that bonds
       you for life. Yeah, John, you do think that. You think that you and
       Terezi are basically married now.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: 1 G1V3 UP</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: oh. don’t do that.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: like, i’m not suddenly going to be ok with
@@ -79,7 +79,7 @@
       if it was snorting or farting. But for some reason, the little
       noise gives you palpitations. Holy shit, dude, you’ve got it
       bad.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: NO 1D1OT</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: 1 G1V3 UP ON VR1SK4</p>
       </div>
@@ -92,7 +92,7 @@
       <p class="dirk">But <em>you</em>, John, feel extremely sad. Not for
       Vriska, but for Terezi. You run a comforting hand up and down her
       arm.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: terezi.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: come home with me.</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: C4N W3 3V3N GO HOM3?</p>
@@ -100,7 +100,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">Can you? You’re so, <em>so</em>
       tired.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: um, i don’t know actually.</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: &gt;:?</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: WH4T</p>
@@ -116,7 +116,7 @@
       <p class="dirk">You wake up, with your back flat on the car trunk,
       Terezi shaking you and looking genuinely frantic. You didn’t even
       realize you fell asleep.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: JOHN!</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: JOHN!!!</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: hey.</p>
@@ -132,7 +132,7 @@
       glasses. You feel so awful that you didn’t even notice how blurry
       everything looks without them. You grope for Terezi’s hand and get
       her thigh instead.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: hold on to me, ok.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: no matter what happens... don’t let go.</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: 4R3 YOU SUR3 YOU C4N DO 1T</p>
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index 53d4342..18f393a 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat34.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat34.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s34'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 34</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent dirk"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">S</span>peaking of
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent dirk"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">S</span>peaking of
       giving it everything you got, here comes Jake McGee, about to pop
       his pistols off in front of a whole crowd of Karkat’s progressively
       prismatic proletarian partisans.</p>
@@ -65,7 +65,7 @@
       of his front pocket. I let him read it over one more time even
       though there’s nothing in the universe that could possibly matter
       less.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: yo</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: sure you still want to do this</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: YEAH. IT’S NOT TOO LATE TO CALL IT
@@ -80,7 +80,7 @@
       GO HOME.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">Dave elbows him.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: OR. YOU KNOW. JUST YOUR SPEECH.</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Dont be daffy chaps. If i were the sort of
       man to balk at a bit of hot potato in the evening i wouldnt be
@@ -95,14 +95,14 @@
       <p class="dirk">What’s that, Jake? You didn’t notice your hands
       were sweating until now? Not surprising considering how overtaxed
       your precious few neurons are at any given time.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: I... I... er hallo folks dandy weather were
       having here isnt it.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">Jake’s hands are so sweaty they’ve
       smeared the words in the speech beyond recognition. He begins to
       panic.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Er... thank you... everyone for coming out on
       this benjo of a day to um...</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Do whatever it is that weve all congregated
@@ -117,7 +117,7 @@
       nonsexual, intimate close-talking. Jesus, if I have to watch one
       more minute of this beta-bitch calamity I’m going to fucking
       dissipate on an atomic level.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: (WHAT IS HE DOING? I SAW HIM REREAD THE
       SPEECH.)</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: (yeah)</p>
@@ -144,7 +144,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent dirk">Jake tugs at collar. It feels tight,
       suddenly. He’s dripping buckets down under his suspenders. Dark
       patches are starting to form on his dress shirt.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Rather that is to say,</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: In delicate times such as these,</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Even though usually its a toffer of a bad
@@ -166,7 +166,7 @@
       that the crowd can hear it, like the sound of somebody shaking a
       soda can filled with coins. He goes pale as the depravity of what
       he’s about to do hits him like an eighteen-wheeler.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Ive... made a terrible mistake.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">Hey, Jake. Don’t undersell yourself here.
@@ -189,7 +189,7 @@
       but not yourself. The truth is that there’s a canniness to the act.
       It’s partially <em>cultivated</em>. You’re stupid, but you’re not
       nearly as stupid as you pretend to be.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: What in the devil was i thinking coming
       here?</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Why did I...?</p>
@@ -245,7 +245,7 @@
       <p class="dirk">Sorry, I’m overdoing it. That should be enough.
       Dude’s about to pop off. The words erupt from his mouth like a
       tragic, Dirkthirsty Vesuvius:</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: <em>I love dirk!</em></p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: <em>IM IN *LOVE* WITH DIRK!!!</em></p>
       </div>
@@ -254,7 +254,7 @@
       Definitely not sell out his good and dear friend Jane for a
       loudmouthed pipsqueak who noisily transcends failure even as he
       redefines it. Do good by her, Jake. Do good by <em>me</em>.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: (oh jesus fucking christ)</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Boy howdy...</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Umm.</p>
@@ -286,7 +286,7 @@
       <p class="dirk">Jake opens his big, dumb mouth to make the only
       important contribution to the plot he ever has or ever will make in
       his whole sad, pointless joke of a life.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: I—</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">Having said that, it’s not like we’re
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat35.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat35.xhtml
index 2bfe7cc..748132d 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat35.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat35.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s35'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 35</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent dirk"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">Y</span>ou zap
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent dirk"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">Y</span>ou zap
       back to Earth C with the last of your energy. And I do mean last.
       You place your first foot on the ground, stumble forward three
       steps, and cough up blood. Terezi has to catch you under your arms,
@@ -35,7 +35,7 @@
       furiously it’s making your veins feel like cords.</p>
       <p class="dirk">Terezi can tell you’re dying. She’s not in great
       shape herself, but she manages to tug you to your feet.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: JOHN COM3 ON</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: L3TS G3T YOU TO J4N3</p>
       </div>
@@ -68,7 +68,7 @@
       it looks like someone nudged the contrast a couple degrees in the
       wrong direction? How does it look now?</p>
       <p class="dirk">You close your eyes against the light.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: i don’t think it...</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: m-matters.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: i don’t think... this is a wound jane can
@@ -99,7 +99,7 @@
       the only choice you possibly could have made.</p>
       <p class="dirk">It was, John. This will be the best outcome for
       everyone. I promise.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: JOHN</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: hey, come here.</p>
       </div>
@@ -107,7 +107,7 @@
       do anything sappy like take your hand, though. Mostly because she
       knows how this is going to go, and doesn’t want to experience the
       tactile sensation of feeling your pulse slow under her palm.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: i’ve got, um...</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: dying words to say and stuff.</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: R34LLY</p>
@@ -122,7 +122,7 @@
       <p class="john">JOHN: are you... crying?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">She wipes her eyes and nods.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: i can’t believe it...</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: 1 R3S3NT TH3 1MPL1C4T1ON TH4T 1 WOULD
       PR3T3ND TO B3 UN4FF3CT3D BY YOUR D34TH 4FT3R W3 H4D 4N 3MOT1ON4LLY
@@ -163,7 +163,7 @@
       now. You miss, and lovingly caress the air instead. Your hand lands
       back on your chest. You feel blood soaking through your shirt.
       You’re bleeding again.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: oh man...</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: now that i’m on the spot... i can’t think of
       anything significant to say.</p>
@@ -225,7 +225,7 @@
       that’s much more important for her to answer.</p>
       <p class="dirk">Terezi, are you <em>seriously</em> just going to
       leave the body here?</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: HUH?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">Of course not. Terezi’s a practical girl,
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat36.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat36.xhtml
index d2a61fa..a36b547 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat36.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat36.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s36'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 36</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent dirk"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">S</span>o it turns
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent dirk"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">S</span>o it turns
       out that “home” is an entirely abstract concept. A state of mind,
       if you will, rather than a literal, physical construct that can
       make you feel one way or the other. Terezi’s been gone long enough
@@ -74,7 +74,7 @@
       on the Legacy of Responsibility she is about to inherit, that she
       mistakes the familiar figure standing in front of the hospital for
       someone else entirely.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: H3Y COOLK1D</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: HOWS J4DE DO1NG</p>
       </div>
@@ -100,7 +100,7 @@
       wants.</p>
       <p class="dirk">Roxy’s whole face lights up when she sees
       Terezi.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: omg terezi i didnt know u were back!</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: what UP???</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: OH ROXY</p>
@@ -130,7 +130,7 @@
       hear any words that remind her of those few hours with John. Her
       hand goes to her pocket, where she’s keeping the wallet. She traces
       the contours of it with her thumb and forces a smile.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: 1F YOU S4Y SO</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: um yeah i fuckin DO say so</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: dont make me repeat myself</p>
@@ -140,7 +140,7 @@
       from inside. Terezi’s head is filled with stories about a different
       version of Roxy—the polar opposite of the one standing in front of
       her.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: so....</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: ur here to see jade huh??</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: Y34H</p>
@@ -155,7 +155,7 @@
       feeling more like he’s under her skin. She hasn’t told anyone what
       happened. But at least she knows she can look at him whenever she
       wants.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: yeaaa</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: its lookin grim</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: on one hand shes just layin there so theres
@@ -219,13 +219,13 @@
       intrigued, but she thinks better of worrying about it. It’d be rude
       to look at her phone while she’s in the middle of a
       conversation.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: oh that reminds me!</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: have u seen john lately?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">Terezi’s heart skips a beat. It’s almost
       as if Roxy is the one reading her mind.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: WHY DO YOU 4SK</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">No one else has asked yet.</p>
@@ -235,7 +235,7 @@
       impenetrable. Those baller shades aren’t exactly improving my odds
       of reading her, either. I’ll say again what I’ve always felt about
       her on some level: some riddles were never meant to be solved.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: he went back to the medium a while ago
       right??</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: i thought</p>
@@ -244,7 +244,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent dirk">Terezi does not flinch. Her pleasant
       expression does not falter. She’s good at the appearance of
       confidence even when wracked with indecision and grief.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: NO</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: I H4V3NT S33N H1M</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: oh....</p>
@@ -268,7 +268,7 @@
       fixer, and it has been a very difficult lesson for her to learn
       that some things are simply out of her control. Maybe it’s just
       that Roxy can hear the bone-deep sorrow in her voice.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: (OMFG)</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: (1TS “H1M” YOU FUCK1NG O4F!!!)</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: wat</p>
@@ -279,7 +279,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent dirk">Oh, my bad. Why not send him my regards?
       Tell him he makes a kickass him for me. It suits the hell out of
       him.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: (1M NOT FUCK1NG T3LL1NG H1M TH4T)</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">Whatever was bothering Roxy, it passes
@@ -289,7 +289,7 @@
       out.” It’s convincing, actually. Reasonably authentic, and quite
       masculine. He’s off to a great start exhibiting the mannerisms
       associated with his chosen gender. I’m genuinely proud of him.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: ummm</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: kay well i should get goin</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: was nice catchin up!</p>
@@ -312,11 +312,11 @@
       the stuff we can’t even remember, because it technically never even
       happened to us. We have enough to worry about as it is, right,
       Terezi?</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: UUUUUUUGH</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">I know you can hear me.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: OF COURS3 1 C4N H3AR YOU!!!</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: YOUV3 B33N BRO4DC4ST1NG YOUR NONS3NS3 4T
       M3 NONSTOP S1NC3 JOHN Z4PP3D US B4CK!</p>
@@ -329,12 +329,12 @@
       <p class="no-indent dirk">I feel depressed all the time. But I
       can’t remember ever having the luxury of feeling peaceful about it.
       Why should it be different for anyone else?</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: WH4T DO YOU W4NT?!</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">Come on, Terezi. You don’t belong here.
       You <em>know</em> you don’t belong here.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: 4ND WH4T TH3 H3LL DO YOU KNOW 4BOUT WH3R3
       1 B3LONG?</p>
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: WH4T DO YOU KNOW 4BOUT WH4T 1
@@ -355,14 +355,14 @@
       understood.</p>
       <p class="dirk">You know you’ll never be happy here. And neither
       will I. Because this place isn’t for people like us.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: D1RK, 1 H4V3 NO 1D34 WH4T YOUR3 T4LK1NG
       4BOUT</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">You’ll see, if you come with us.</p>
       <p class="dirk">Hey, here’s an idea. Why don’t you bring him with
       you?</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="terezi">TEREZI: H1M?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">Yeah. You saved his body for a reason,
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index d8f01e2..aa366ba 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat37.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat37.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s37'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 37</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent dirk"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">W</span>e make a
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent dirk"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">W</span>e make a
       quick stop back at Rose’s apartment. She understandably wants to
       pack a few things before we leave this planet forever. Not a whole
       lot, mind you. It’s not like she’ll be needing many clothes from
@@ -37,14 +37,14 @@
       survive the absolute realization of her Ultimate Self. The new body
       I’ve made for her won’t have much use for her usual ensembles.
       That’s all I was saying.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Do you really need all of this crap?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">Rose is sprawled out on her bed, resting.
       It’s pretty much all she can bring herself to do these days. But in
       spite of her physically incapacitated state, her stare tracks me
       intently as I root through her belongings at her behest.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: No, I don’t... I don’t need it.</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: But I’d...</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: I’d like to have it. Some of it.</p>
@@ -63,7 +63,7 @@
       her. It frustrates me too. That’s why I want to get out of here as
       soon as possible.</p>
       <p class="dirk">I let my voice soften.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Rose.</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Everything is going to be fine.</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: But, daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad...</p>
@@ -78,7 +78,7 @@
       <p class="dirk">I don’t get it and I don’t really care to
       speculate. I sigh, and return to picking through her jewelry. The
       tactic fucking works on me, I guess.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Is this the thing you were talking about?
       This...this rock rope?</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: <em>Rock rope?</em></p>
@@ -87,7 +87,7 @@
       see. The effort to do just that seems to take everything out of
       her. She collapses heavily after she gets a look at what I’m
       holding up, huffing in annoyance.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: F-first of all.</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: That... the word for that object is... a
       “necklace.”</p>
@@ -118,13 +118,13 @@
       doesn’t matter.</p>
       <p class="dirk">When she next speaks, it seems her mind has
       wandered. Her voice is as distant as her expression.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Are you sure Kanaya is going to be ok with
       this?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">I slide a drawer shut, and shove whatever
       it is I’m holding into the bag without looking.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: There’s no need to worry about that.</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: How...</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: How will we break it to her?</p>
@@ -205,7 +205,7 @@
       focused. You know what you must do now. There is no crisis. There
       is nothing in which to intervene. Nothing to stop. You tap your
       phone, and hold it up to your ear.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Rose?</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Ka...</p>
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Rose</p>
@@ -241,7 +241,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent dirk">Rose’s turns her face into the bed, to
       muffle her sobs. I’m holding the phone up to her ear. I move the
       phone quickly to follow the movement of her head.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Its Fine Really Sweet Heart</p>
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: I Love You</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: I love you too.</p>
@@ -249,7 +249,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">Before Kanaya hangs up, I quickly bring
       the phone up to my ear to say a few words.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Hey Kanaya. Thanks for getting in touch
       before we take off.</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: We both really appreciate that.</p>
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index 5b66688..2655fc3 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat38.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat38.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s38'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 38</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent dirk"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">B</span>ut before
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent dirk"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">B</span>ut before
       we get completely out of dodge, there’s one more trifling matter
       I’d better take care of.</p>
       <p class="dirk">It’s a big day, but not one my dear brotherson and
@@ -47,12 +47,12 @@
       hatefully at the televised production. He doesn’t look up when Dave
       walks back into the room, carrying two massive bottles of
       liquor.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: hey</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: want to get drunk</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">Huh.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: HUH?</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: i went and got all this fucking booze</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: YOU *GOT* BOOZE?</p>
@@ -96,7 +96,7 @@
       <p class="dirk">Dave sits beside Karkat on the couch, and sets the
       alcohol down on the table in front of him. He sinks heavily into
       the cushioning with a sigh.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: HAVE YOU NOW.</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: yeah</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: its never too late to develop a substance
@@ -148,7 +148,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">Karkat falls into a vacant, thousand-yard
       stare.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: yeah see thats why im an alcoholic now</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: want a drink</p>
       </div>
@@ -159,7 +159,7 @@
       circumstance.</p>
       <p class="dirk">But this was how things had to be. It’s better this
       way. They know that. At least, Karkat certainly does.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: IF I’M BEING PERFECTLY FUCKING HONEST</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: I’M GLAD I LOST. I NEVER WANTED TO
       FUCKING WIN IN THE FIRST PLACE.</p>
@@ -218,7 +218,7 @@
       Dave’s efforts mean to him. It’s really welling up inside him now.
       He’s so emotional about it that he can’t help but say
       something.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: HEY.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">Dave stops with his arm outstretched. His
@@ -226,7 +226,7 @@
       contact for long. Looking at Dave is like staring straight at the
       sun. He is awfully handsome, isn’t he? Then again, crawling out of
       a primo gene pool does have its benefits.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: yeah buddy whats up</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: I JUST...</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: hey dont worry about it</p>
@@ -259,7 +259,7 @@
       floor. The slightest of smiles tugs at the corners of his mouth. He
       feels something warm inside of his chest. It feels right. It’s
       something he needs to say.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: FOR... EVERYTHING.</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: EVEN IF WE DIDN’T WIN, I’M GLAD WE
       TRIED.</p>
@@ -301,7 +301,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent dirk">Karkat draws a breath and curls up on
       himself. His instinct is to pull back, but he’s fighting it now. He
       needs to see this one through to the end.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: BUT WITH YOU, IT MAKES SENSE. I
       GUESS.</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: WHEN YOU SAY SOMETHING NICE TO ME, I’M
@@ -324,7 +324,7 @@
       believes in you</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">Dave. Please.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: YEAH, KIND OF?</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: FUCK, MAN. THAT’S KIND OF DEEP.</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: i know</p>
@@ -335,7 +335,7 @@
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: THAT WE’RE...</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">Come on. You’re so close.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: I’M GLAD YOU’RE MY FRIEND, DAVE.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">Oh, for the love of god.</p>
@@ -357,7 +357,7 @@
       <p class="dirk">I look Dave right in his mind’s eye and tell him to
       cut it the fuck out. He wants it, you want it, so just go for it,
       my man. It’s now or never.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: oh</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: same</p>
       </div>
@@ -365,7 +365,7 @@
       body begin to perish in real time. Dave, you cannot actually be
       that bad at this. How the hell are you walking around with my genes
       and still acting like this?</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: so...</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">Look. Even you can manage to top this
@@ -375,7 +375,7 @@
       <p class="dirk">Dave scrunches up his face a little like he’s
       constipated. Okay, maybe I’m getting a bit worked up. I need to
       dial it back.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: IS SOMETHING WRONG?</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: huh</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: no</p>
@@ -392,7 +392,7 @@
       He just dropped some touching-ass bomb about believing in you
       believing in him or whatever. You should really get to the root of
       where this is all coming from.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: oh right</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: yeah</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: all that shit you said about us being friends
@@ -405,7 +405,7 @@
       <p class="dave">DAVE: hm.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">Go on.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: im kind of getting the feeling that...
       maybe...</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: theres a level to what were thinking that
@@ -425,7 +425,7 @@
       <p class="dave">DAVE: about... that</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">Well, I guess this is progress?</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: THAT???</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: yeah, like</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: how... when you say were friends</p>
@@ -437,7 +437,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">Karkat looks like a deer caught in the
       headlights.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: OF COURSE NOT.</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: YOU’RE MY...........</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: B......</p>
@@ -449,7 +449,7 @@
       was less unbearable than this. I don’t understand it. I just want
       you to be happy, man. Why can’t you make anything easy for
       yourself?</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: well</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: ok then</p>
       </div>
@@ -462,7 +462,7 @@
       shit is pure and true. A supernova of all your hopes and dreams
       swirling together like a radially effervescing kaleidoscope of more
       hot boy peckers than you could ever imagine.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: D... DAVE?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">But you aren’t imagining any peckers
@@ -471,14 +471,14 @@
       about in years. Suddenly, you can’t even comprehend how it is
       you’ve gone so long without kissing him. You want to so badly. It
       would be so easy, and you know he wouldn’t turn you away.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: karkat</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: i</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">You lift a trembling hand and slowly
       close the scant distance between you to brush your thumb against
       Karkat’s cheek. He freezes in place, terrified.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: i think i</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">Karkat’s lips part, his breath held. His
@@ -488,14 +488,14 @@
       <p class="dirk">You start to lean in. Karkat closes his eyes and
       relaxes into your hand. He’s ready. It’s happening. It’s FUCKING
       happening!!!</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: wait</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: fuck</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">What? What are you doing? Oh my god. I’m
       throwing my hands up in the air in the middle of the other shit I’m
       doing because this sucks just that much.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: WHAT’S WRONG?</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: DID I DO SOMETH—</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: no</p>
@@ -505,7 +505,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">It feels like nothing, Dave. Don’t worry
       about it.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: what the fuck is going on</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: this feels really off</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: ????</p>
@@ -518,7 +518,7 @@
       not listening to me. This dude has such a titanium grasp on his own
       born-again virginity that not even the literal hand of God can
       compel him to kiss his own goddamn boyfriend.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: i have no idea</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: im sorry</p>
@@ -588,7 +588,7 @@
       teeth, and putting both hands up to his temples. Beads of sweat dot
       his brow. This is so fucking unreal. Holy shit, Dave, if you so
       much as—</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HEAD AND JUST LET ME
       DO THIS MYSELF!!!</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</p>
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat39.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat39.xhtml
index 3e075ff..57b9a10 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat39.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat39.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s39'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 39</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent dirk"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">I</span>’m inside
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent dirk"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">I</span>’m inside
       Jake’s mansion. It’s just as idiotically garish as the last time I
       saw it. There was once a time I swore I’d never set foot in here
       again, for various reasons I won’t get into. Jake is the type of
@@ -77,7 +77,7 @@
       that would hurt his value as priceless sexual commodity. The only
       thing affected was his brain. It’s a bit like if someone hacked a
       comments section. Who gives a shit?</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: DIRK!!!</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">I glance up the stairs, where he’s
@@ -89,7 +89,7 @@
       and gives me a huge bro-hug, making my spine pop. God, he’s so
       fucking strong. I <em>hate</em> that the brief feeling of being
       crushed by this oaf makes my dick twitch slightly.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Hey Jake.</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Well isn’t this a heap of shillelaghs and
       shamrocks!</p>
@@ -115,14 +115,14 @@
       now, making no effort to disguise his interest in the contours of
       my muscles. I use that arm to put a hand on his shoulder in an
       affable way, so that he’s forced to stop.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Listen, man.</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: You got a spare spaceship lying around?</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: We’re going on a trip.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">I nod over in the direction of the couch.
       Jake’s eyebrows shoot up.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Oh! I didnt even notice rose there.</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Wow she looks really zonked. Bad hangover i
       presume?</p>
@@ -140,7 +140,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">I’m gritting my teeth, focusing on
       breathing steadily.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Yeah, um.</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: I don’t know, dude. Anything, really.</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Something fast.</p>
@@ -150,7 +150,7 @@
       baroque antique cabinet, his ample junk swinging about in his loose
       boxers free as a jaybird. He opens a small door and rifles through
       a stack of stray papers and captchalogue cards.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Heres one! Oughta do you splendidly.</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Thanks bro.</p>
       </div>
@@ -159,7 +159,7 @@
       always is with him. In fact, here it comes. I can smell it a mile
       away. I know exactly what he’s about to say, and the buoyant
       obliviousness with which he’ll say it.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: So where are we going?</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Yeah, I thought this misunderstanding might
       happen.</p>
@@ -179,7 +179,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent dirk">Jake falls quiet for a moment as his
       pitiful pea brain struggles to process the shocking
       information.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Gadzooks...!</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Well say no more then.</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: So um... how long will you be away? Does
@@ -193,7 +193,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">He shakes his fist to demonstrate
       whatever bad point he’s making.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: There are times let me tell you how i feel
       like i dodged a bullet by not jumping the matrimonial broom with
       jane.</p>
@@ -220,13 +220,13 @@
       <p class="no-indent dirk">He’s sweating. More nervous than I’ve
       ever seen him before. Stammering, desperate. I need to be brutally
       direct with this poor guy. Enough’s enough.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: I won’t be coming back, Jake.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">His mouth is hanging open. Not a shred of
       restraint in his crestfallen posture. But he needs to hear this.
       All of it.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Like</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Wait.</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: You arent...</p>
@@ -247,7 +247,7 @@
       exquisitely kissable mouth. This is the face he lives for now. A
       visage that, in mere minutes, will vanish from his life forever.
       The tears drop. His voice cracks.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Please...</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Please take me with you dirk.</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: I can’t do that, Jake.</p>
@@ -277,7 +277,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">I almost burst out laughing, but I manage
       to control myself.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Uh, Jake. Nobody wants you to do any of
       that.</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Well, I know Jane sure doesn’t.</p>
@@ -310,7 +310,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent dirk">I glance at a clock on the wall. This
       needs to end soon. There are a lot of important things still to be
       done, and this sure isn’t one of them.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Time to man up, Jake.</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: This is what your life is now. It’s only bad
       if you treat it this way.</p>
@@ -344,7 +344,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent dirk">He waits a second for a response, but my
       face doesn’t move a muscle. He won’t dare waste this momentum
       though. He threw in the penny. Here comes the pound.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Dirk im BEGGING you just take me with
       you!</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Its... its fine! You dont have to love
@@ -385,7 +385,7 @@
       <p class="dirk">I move my hands up to his face, and with my palms
       on his wet cheeks, I gently push his head about six inches away
       from my face, and say:</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: I’m sorry, Jake.</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: But I’ll never let you break my heart
       again.</p>
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index a833ecd..9666594 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat4.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat4.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s4'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 4</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">Y</span>ou arrive
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">Y</span>ou arrive
       in the Land of Heat and Clockwork in a flash of white. A column of
       brutally hot air blasts up from the lava below and instantly hits
       your entire body. Luckily, you’re fairly immortal, so the only
@@ -38,7 +38,7 @@
       is familiar to you, his longtime best buddy. Casual, wandering,
       verging on droning. It’s a good indication he’ll be monologuing for
       a while, and probably already has been.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: im serious</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: the thing is</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: being a time guy</p>
@@ -69,7 +69,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">It’s a fair question, which logically should
       have been directed to the oldest and most knowledgeable John.
       Nevertheless, one of the younger Johns replies first.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">(JOHN 1): er.</p>
       <p class="john">(JOHN 1): i don’t know.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN 3: john, don’t worry about it. i’ll take
@@ -124,7 +124,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">The useless Johns zap away. You sincerely hope
       that they have a beautiful and fulfilling youth.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: adult john what the fuck have you done</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: is this some time travel shit</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: please dont tell me youve been spending the
@@ -210,7 +210,7 @@
       circumvent the life-changing epiphany he’s just had that you know
       for a fact will make him a happier, chiller, and altogether more
       well-balanced human being.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: oh shit</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: <span class="jade-brainwashed">what??</span></p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: <span class="jade-brainwashed">john. he is NOT going to fight lord english just yet</span></p>
@@ -244,7 +244,7 @@
       situation.</p>
       <p>The Mayor tips his head at you and fiddles with his sash. God
       damn, you missed the Mayor.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: so what do we do next</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: well, i’ll leave you to hang out with jade
       for a bit, while i go round up the others.</p>
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index 982db94..eebb878 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat40.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat40.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s40'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 40</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent dirk"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">K</span>anaya
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent dirk"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">K</span>anaya
       Maryam is single and ready to mingle.</p>
       <p class="dirk">Alright, not really. But she’s coping admirably
       with the sudden departure of her beloved spouse. She’s doing her
@@ -48,7 +48,7 @@
       talking to Jade? That’s very kind, but she can’t hear you, Roxy.
       She’ll be able to soon enough though. And when she does, you’ll
       probably want to be the one listening to what she has to say.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: oh hey</p>
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Hello</p>
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: How Is She</p>
@@ -69,7 +69,7 @@
       a better look. They’re Jade’s same old eyes, playful, intelligent.
       But they seem different somehow. These are eyes that have seen so
       much more than they had the last time they were open.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: jade!!!</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: omg jade</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: youre awake</p>
@@ -97,7 +97,7 @@
       quivers. And then it hits her. She knows exactly why she’s feeling
       this way.</p>
       <p class="dirk">She bolts upright from her bed, and shouts:</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jade">JADE: DIRK STRIDER HAS TO BE STOPPED!!!!!!!!!!</p>
       </div>
       </div>
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat41.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat41.xhtml
index 1118624..712e7af 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat41.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat41.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s41'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 41</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent dirk"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">S</span>he’s
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent dirk"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">S</span>he’s
       right, of course. I do have to be stopped.</p>
       <p class="dirk">Not because I’m really that bad. I mean, I don’t
       think I am. I’ll understand if there are those who disagree. If my
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat42.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat42.xhtml
index 56f2978..1e648c4 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat42.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat42.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s42'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 42</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: so uhhh</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: dirk needs to be stopped from</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: doin what again?</p>
@@ -164,7 +164,7 @@
       prove your worth to her if you really tried. For now, the only
       thing that really matters is to acknowledge it’s too late for any
       of that.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Wait</p>
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: I Dont...</p>
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Im Confused</p>
@@ -198,13 +198,13 @@
       overrated. My mission is to someday clear this all up for everyone.
       Remove the ambiguity, suck the mud out of the water. It’ll be a lot
       better that way, trust me.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: HAVE I LOST MY FUCKING MIND?????????</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent dirk">She’s really pissed. Yikes. Couldn’t pay
       me to be in that room right now. Not for all the agency in the
       world.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: WHAT HAS DIRK DONE TO MY WIFE?!</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: whoa</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: what u mean there</p>
@@ -228,7 +228,7 @@
       to get answers from her that way. If anything, she’ll cause her to
       go silent a lot more quickly than she was about to anyway. She’s
       just wresting the spirit from her slumber.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: TELL ME EVERYTHING YOU KNOW!</p>
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: WHY DOES DIRK HAVE TO BE STOPPED?! WHAT
       DOES THAT *MEAN*?!!</p>
@@ -265,7 +265,7 @@
       use lingering around here much longer. The cherub is already
       beginning to drown me out. I can feel it. But this time, I’m
       ready.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Jade?</p>
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: JADE???</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: aw no</p>
@@ -289,7 +289,7 @@
       wild goose chase trying to hunt me down. I know that already. It’s
       really not rocket science. Except for the fact that it literally
       is.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: kanaya pls chill</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: ive seen this before</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: theres no breakin her out of this</p>
@@ -323,7 +323,7 @@
       so long as they remain on this planet and under my protection.</p>
       <p>But a bunch of them won’t remain, will they? They won’t be able
       to help themselves. You know that.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: He Has To Be Stopped...</p>
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: He Has To Be Stopped...</p>
       </div>
@@ -340,7 +340,7 @@
       wanted to, even if you brain-fried them all to become your own
       personal cherubic puppets and sent them on the warpath to come get
       me, they’d still never catch me. You still don’t get it yet.</p>
-      <p class="dirk"><span class="type-bs type-hs-bottom--md">I’m
+      <p class="dirk"><span class="type-bs type-hs-bottom">I’m
       already gone.</span></p>
       </div>
     </div>
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat43.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat43.xhtml
index 208d364..aa7885c 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat43.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat43.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s43'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 43</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent calliope-dead"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">L</span>ater that
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent calliope-dead"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">L</span>ater that
       night, jade has been moved from the hospital to the troll kingdom.
       she now sits in a wheelchair, remaining in perfect silence with her
       dark eyes open to maintain my transmission. roxy and kanaya rolled
@@ -35,7 +35,7 @@
       troubling events.</p>
       <p class="calliope-dead">roxy is using his phone to pursue leads on
       the whereabouts of the prince.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: mm hm</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: mhmm</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: ...</p>
@@ -50,7 +50,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">he hangs up, and sighs
       dramatically.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: poor guy</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: whatd he say</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: a lot of it was hard to make out due to all
@@ -82,14 +82,14 @@
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">she takes roxy’s phone and
       presses jane’s name in the contact list. she moves to the far side
       of the room to speak, while the others continue conversing.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: so uhhh</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: phewww...</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">dave makes a noise humans
       sometimes do, by expelling air through his closed, fleshy lips,
       creating an impolite flapping effect.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: rose and dirk huh</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: YUP</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: rose and fuckin dirk...</p>
@@ -291,7 +291,7 @@
       distance between himself and karkat once they’ve collected
       themselves. dave awkwardly clears his throat. karkat wipes off his
       cheek. both are looking off in opposite directions.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: awwwwwww</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: u boys cute :)</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: hey can you just forget you saw that
@@ -308,7 +308,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">kanaya returns to the seating
       area and hands roxy his phone.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: If Jane Is To Be Trusted Apparently She
       Didnt Even Know Dirk Was Gone</p>
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: She Doesnt Know Where He Might Be Headed
@@ -376,7 +376,7 @@
       corporeal life. they will have their guidance, but my instructions
       will be minimal. so long as they remain in my conduit’s presence,
       they will know the way forward.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: UM</p>
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: WHAT THE FUCK IS JADE DOING?</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: huh</p>
@@ -390,7 +390,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">jade has raised her right hand
       and is pointing upward at an angle of about forty-five degrees.
       seemingly in a random direction. but it’s far from random.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: oh oh</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: i think i know whats up</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: shes tryin to say theres something important
@@ -401,7 +401,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">dave walks over and kneels in
       front of her chair. he looks closely at her. her face, though still
       expressionless, strikes him as serious and tense.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: jade is it john?</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: johns that way right</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: you want us to go in that direction to find
@@ -427,14 +427,14 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">he leans in closer and studies
       her face carefully. it hasn’t changed.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: maybe its not john that way maybe its...</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: jade is it...</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: is that where DIRK went?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">it’s barely noticeable, but dave
       picks up on it. her face relaxes slightly.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: THATS IT</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: thats the way dirk went and she wants us to
       follow</p>
@@ -443,7 +443,7 @@
       <p class="dave">DAVE: is john safe?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">she doesn’t move.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: is john...</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: does he have anything to do with whats going
       on?</p>
@@ -455,7 +455,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">slowly, she lowers her arm, and
       places her hand back on her lap.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: WHAT THE FUCK DID THAT MEAN.</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: it means...</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: i think it means im right</p>
@@ -473,7 +473,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent calliope-dead">karkat springs to his feet and
       easily resumes his well-practiced posture of leadership.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="karkat">KARKAT: KANAYA, GET JAKE ENGLISH ON THE
       PHONE.</p>
       <p class="kanaya">KANAYA: Okay</p>
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat44.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat44.xhtml
index 2a3506a..882b3bd 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat44.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat44.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s44'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Postscript</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">E</span>lsewhere,
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">E</span>lsewhere,
       below the horizon...</p>
       <p>The distant sounds of war travel above the canopy of a forest.
       The artillery fire fades to a series of muted knocks and thuds as
@@ -66,7 +66,7 @@
       as if they’re weathering hurricane-force winds. In a moment, calm
       is restored. She opens her perfectly black eyes again.</p>
       <p>Aradia staggers back to her feet and brushes herself off.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="aradia">ARADIA: i take it everything went as you
       hoped</p>
       </div>
@@ -81,7 +81,7 @@
       into its abyss. Her face is expressionless. Her glasses flash white
       as they reflect the lightning that arcs sporadically inside the
       wormhole.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="aradia">ARADIA: well?</p>
       <p class="aradia">ARADIA: arent you going in</p>
       <p class="aradia">ARADIA: wasnt that the idea or did i not...</p>
@@ -95,7 +95,7 @@
       recognizes the gear symbol on his chest, identical to her own. She
       also recognizes the sunglasses the robot is wearing. She knows who
       this is.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="aradia">ARADIA: dave?</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVEBOT: sup</p>
       </div>
@@ -105,14 +105,14 @@
       knew this Jade many years ago, but by this point their paths have
       diverged in ways that he couldn’t begin to describe even if he
       wanted to.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVEBOT: so we doin this</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Jade says nothing, and looks up into the
       wormhole again. She begins to levitate, gradually picking up speed.
       Without looking back, she rockets into the vortex, vanishing into
       the darkness. Davebot turns to Aradia.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVEBOT: how about you</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVEBOT: wanna come along</p>
       <p class="aradia">ARADIA: i guess so?</p>
@@ -139,7 +139,7 @@
       implacably confident. But then, people go through changes. She’s
       been through more than her share. She cocks an eyebrow, recalling
       her own stint with a metal body.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVEBOT: hey earth to whats your face</p>
       <p class="aradia">ARADIA: oh</p>
       <p class="aradia">ARADIA: its aradia</p>
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat5.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat5.xhtml
index dea5193..d306eb4 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat5.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat5.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s5'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 5</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">T</span>he stands
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">T</span>he stands
       of the Cantown Memorial Arena are packed front to back with
       audience members from every kingdom. Presently the crowd is going
       nuts, enthralled by Jake English’s skillful posing and mollified by
@@ -39,7 +39,7 @@
       <p>Dave takes a seat on the couch, right in Karkat’s butt groove.
       He observes his battered ecto-father, who is lying inside a wreath
       of busted robot limbs like a piece of absolute garbage.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: bro im watching you on the tube and i gotta
       say</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: while the beatdown you just received was as
@@ -76,7 +76,7 @@
       over the crowd. It zooms in on a young crocodile wearing an
       oversized T-shirt with Jake’s highly marketable ass plastered over
       it and the phrase “Tally ho” written in big bubble letters.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Dave, there’s such a thing as
       showmanship.</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: I’m sure I don’t need to explain this to you,
@@ -122,7 +122,7 @@
       fish-eye lens for some unfathomable reason, giving the whole
       exchange an air of demented absurdity. Dirk’s sunglasses distort
       and stretch to dominate the entire screen.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Oh.</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Then yes, I guess that is what I’m doing.</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Dirk are you going to be much longer with
@@ -147,7 +147,7 @@
       except for a single carapacian in the front row, who continues to
       glower at Dirk with an expression of absolute and total
       contempt.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: why do you want people to hate you so
       much</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: its fucked up</p>
@@ -172,7 +172,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Something flies out of the audience and smacks
       Dirk in the side of the head before flopping out of view of the
       camera. He doesn’t react, or make a facial expression at all.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: did...</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: did someone just throw a diaper at you</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: There’s gonna be some diapers, yeah.</p>
@@ -244,7 +244,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Dave opens his mouth to argue, but something
       else occurs to him.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: wait</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: how do you even know hes entering the
       race</p>
@@ -318,7 +318,7 @@
       again, who would Dirk be if he weren’t so contentious and
       imperious? Certainly not someone to inspire such wistful
       lollygagging, Jake cannot help but observe.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Sorry for the momentary diversion, Jake. Now
       where were we?</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Momentary??? Gadzooks man you were on the
@@ -342,7 +342,7 @@
       the sort you’d give to a dog for performing a trick adequately.
       Jake responds to the signal like an Olympic athlete hearing the
       starter pistol. He was born for this.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Tally ho its me, jake mcgee!</p>
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Popping my pistols off, two shots and a
       kiss</p>
@@ -387,7 +387,7 @@
       themselves during a live broadcast they have waited two and a half
       years in line to buy a ticket for.</p>
       <p>Dirk’s phone begins going off again.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: When the splendid lads and ladies ask me “how
       do you do?” i -</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Whoops. Jake, sorry to cut you off...</p>
@@ -402,7 +402,7 @@
       up from the crowd like groundwater. Dirk artfully dodges a bucket
       of obscene troll fluid to field yet another very important personal
       call.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Yo Rose, what’s up?</p>
       </div>
       </div>
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index 0f86b83..af25e8c 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat6.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat6.xhtml
@@ -25,7 +25,7 @@
     <div id='s6'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 6</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
       <p class="Command">&gt; Look up.</p>
       <p class="no-indent">The sky is really blue. But it’s a different
       kind of blue than Earth C’s sky; it’s <em>less</em>, somehow, like
@@ -66,7 +66,7 @@
       thing is? Of course not. The fool.</p>
       <p>Dave fractures the silence by broaching a subject that’s on
       everyone’s mind but yours, apparently.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: so whats gonna happen to everyone we left in
       the wrecked time line</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: uh, well.</p>
@@ -122,7 +122,7 @@
       of shaving at least once per day, even if it isn’t really
       necessary. You owe at least that much to the memory of your
       departed father.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: let’s chill out for a minute. i’m sure this
       is all very confusing to all of you.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: about the time line you’re leaving behind...
@@ -161,7 +161,7 @@
       looks from the others, all of them may share your assessment of
       your own oratorical skills, except for one person. She’s perked up
       at your spiel, regarding you with alert and admiring eyes.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: damn</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: john uh</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: i know we just met and all but</p>
@@ -170,7 +170,7 @@
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: lets do this shit</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">She *wonks* at you.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: uh.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">You weren’t prepared to get passively hit on
@@ -181,7 +181,7 @@
       monster girlfriend. You start to sweat, and again the unwelcome
       odor of undercooked meat emanating from your body makes itself
       known to your nose.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: oh, um. thanks.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: anyway, we need to make battle plans.</p>
       </div>
@@ -209,7 +209,7 @@
       gavel for adjournment by rocking back a bit too far on your lawn
       pogo and launching himself over the top of the ride on the next
       bounce. He face-plants right into the dirt.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: Jeepers!</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Dirk goes to help your yard clean the Jake off
@@ -274,7 +274,7 @@
       you tolerate another moment of your self-incriminating reverie. You
       wait one more minute before breaking it up, but not a second
       longer.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: uh, hey kids...</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Please, Adult John, don’t do that.</p>
       </div>
@@ -283,7 +283,7 @@
       looking very much like your Rose did when she saw you off that
       morning. It’s obvious that she’s trying very hard to hide her
       apprehension.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Is it time to go?</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: yeah.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: i mean...</p>
@@ -296,19 +296,19 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">After all these years, in the reverse
       direction, she still has your number.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: i guess it’s true that people don’t really
       change. they just grow up?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Rose gives Roxy a strange look, appearing to
       silently acknowledge an entire conversation that has been taking
       place, using a great volume of words that aren’t being spoken.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: I guess.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">She smiles.</p>
       <p class="Command">&gt; Get the show on the road.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: okay everyone... i’ve never zapped this many
       people before so let’s all just...</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: uh, hold hands, maybe? in a circle, i mean.
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat7.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat7.xhtml
index 6c8cf31..52d3a97 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat7.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat7.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s7'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 7</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">T</span>he boxing
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">T</span>he boxing
       bell is going off like it’s having a fit. Dirk has to stick a
       finger in one ear to hear what Rose is saying over the cacophony of
       boos and buckets being lobbed toward center stage. He considers it
@@ -36,7 +36,7 @@
       <p>The last standing robot scoops up Jake’s unconscious body and
       cradles him to its chest before blasting off through the roof.</p>
       <p>On the other end of the phone, Rose lets him know what’s up.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: It’s not so much “what is up” as “what is
       down,” the answer to which is, proverbially: Me.</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: I mean that both physically and
@@ -77,7 +77,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Rose adjusts her position on the couch with
       the body language of one about to dive into the latest gossip about
       a mutual friend. The mutual in this case: her tortured psyche.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Years of refining my Seer of Light powers
       have cursed me with what is approaching near infinite prescience.
       Dwelling in this idyllic post-canon realm has worn down the
@@ -108,7 +108,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Rose is silent on the line for a few moments.
       Dirk can hear how labored her breathing is, how thin it is. She
       snorts out a quick, humorless laugh.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Really?</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: That’s the hottest take you can manage?</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Of course not. They haven’t built the vessel
@@ -122,7 +122,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">She allows several rare conversational beats
       to pass in silence between them, to process the admission.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: We are?</p>
       <p class="dirk">DIRK: Sure.</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: It doesn’t sound to me like you’re suffering
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat8.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat8.xhtml
index a55ccc8..3eaffe5 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat8.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat8.xhtml
@@ -25,10 +25,10 @@
     <div id='s8'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 8</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
       <p class="Command">&gt; JOHN: Zap to your final destination.</p>
       <p class="no-indent">Where the hell are you?</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="dave">DAVE: where the hell are we</p>
       <p class="dave">DAVE: i cant see shit</p>
       <p class="jade">JADE: shhh!</p>
@@ -37,7 +37,7 @@
       lights out” dark. More like “someone destroyed the concept of light
       at its very source” dark. It’s a darkness that fills up your skull.
       Jake puts this more eloquently, as always:</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="jake">JAKE: By golly it is indeed dark as fuck.</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: shoosh!!!</p>
       </div>
@@ -63,7 +63,7 @@
       rather, he <em>was</em> waltzing around. He stopped the moment you
       looked at him.</p>
       <p class="Command">&gt; Behold your adversary.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: ...</p>
       <p class="caliborn">CALIBORN: ...</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: ...</p>
@@ -84,7 +84,7 @@
       The kind you can’t really teach. Lord English drops the puppet. For
       a moment he looks shocked, maybe even a little afraid, but it
       passes quickly. He starts laughing.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: uh.</p>
       <p class="caliborn">CALIBORN: NEVERMIND. I KNOW WHO YOU ARE.</p>
       <p class="caliborn">CALIBORN: IT WAS FORETOLD. BY THE MASTERPIECE I
@@ -109,7 +109,7 @@
       unhinging of his jaw reverberates in the empty space. He laughs
       through the remainder of his nefarious soliloquy, which he has
       possibly prepared in advance for this moment.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="caliborn">CALIBORN: BY NOW, SURELY MANY HAVE WITNESSED MY
       MASTERPIECE.</p>
       <p class="caliborn">CALIBORN: AS IT HAS CIRCULATED THROUGH THE
@@ -129,7 +129,7 @@
       It spikes towards you in waves, distorts and pitches low. He is
       beyond pleased with himself, and with the line he is about to
       deliver.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="caliborn">CALIBORN: FOR YOU ALL TO *BECOME* MY
       MASTERPIECE!</p>
       </div>
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat9.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat9.xhtml
index d25a532..b629447 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat9.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/meat9.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s9'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 9</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">I</span>f you were
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">I</span>f you were
       one of the haters and fools who saw Lord English’s masterpiece
       circulating through the black veins of the dark web, and were
       rendered agog by its majesty, then you probably have a pretty good
diff --git a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/pro1.xhtml b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/pro1.xhtml
index a83c685..56db6cb 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/pro1.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/pro1.xhtml
@@ -25,8 +25,8 @@
     <div id='s2'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 1</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">I</span>t starts
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">I</span>t starts
       with a crack. Everything else rises up from that like steam: a
       trembling thread that cuts through space in jagged lines,
       splintering the void into razor-sharp shards of putrefying leptons
@@ -87,7 +87,7 @@
       number forty-six, which is how many text messages your friend left
       you while you were sleeping. A bit excessive, even for her.</p>
       <p class="Command">&gt; Answer the phone.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Since when are you known to operate your
       telephone?</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: since... i don’t know. has it really been
@@ -116,7 +116,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">The silence over the phone is growing awkward.
       You’ve stalled long enough. You decide to just come out and say
       it.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: i’ve been dreaming in anime again lately.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: i have no idea what it could mean.</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: I see.</p>
@@ -134,7 +134,7 @@
       astounding spit bubble. Truly one for the books. Your eyes trace
       its meandering journey into the sky as you gather your
       thoughts.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: what do you think it all means?</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: What do I think ‘what’ means?</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: what do you think it means that i’ve been
@@ -148,7 +148,7 @@
       leave a thought unfinished in over ten years of acquaintance. You
       suppose it’s possible it may have happened one of the times she
       died. You wouldn’t bet on it though.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: rose... are you ok?</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Not exactly.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: what’s wrong?</p>
@@ -185,7 +185,7 @@
       assume an expression you haven’t practiced in years. It is the look
       of a man who actually has something to do. Holding the phone
       directly in front of your face, you speak into the receiver.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: ok, i’m on my way. bye, rose.</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">As you hang up the phone, a familiar feeling
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index ede3b53..11f871b 100644
--- a/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/pro2.xhtml
+++ b/TheHomestuckEpilogues/OEBPS/Text/pro2.xhtml
@@ -25,17 +25,17 @@
     <div id='s3'></div>
     <div>
       <h1>Chapter 2</h1>
-      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm--md line-caption line-copy--md pad-x-0 pad-x-lg--md pad-b-lg">
-      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm--md">W</span>hen you
+      <div class="o-story_text o_epilogue type-rg type-sm line-caption line-copy pad-x-0 pad-x-lg pad-b-lg">
+      <p class="no-indent"><span class="opener type-hs-opener-rg type-hs-opener-sm">W</span>hen you
       arrive at Rose’s apartment, you find her asleep on the couch. You
       slide the balcony door open, quietly.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: rose?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">Her eyes flutter open. She looks like a ghost,
       and not the kind of ghost that looks and acts exactly like an alive
       person.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: How... how long have I been sleeping?</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: i dunno. i just got here.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: are you ok?</p>
@@ -55,7 +55,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">You watch her rise in stages. Her arm is
       trembling where she’s bracing it on the couch.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Oh. Yes. The condition itself is not ideal,
       obviously. And perhaps it does constitute something to worry about,
       in the context of a different conversation. All I’m trying to say
@@ -65,7 +65,7 @@
       nothing at all in response to this. You examine Rose’s supine,
       languid form on the couch, optimistic that she will continue
       speaking any moment now.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: I struggled with substance abuse for a while,
       years ago. Remember?</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: rose, jesus. i wasn’t going to accuse you of
@@ -121,7 +121,7 @@
       with a practiced motion, no water. Her vacant stare drills into the
       countertop as she quietly waits for the medication to take
       effect.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: ...and?</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: And what?</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: what is it about our situation that you
@@ -150,7 +150,7 @@
       purpose, as if to say, <span class="Standard-Text CharOverride-14">there</span></p>
       <p>. Right there, precisely, is where the green sun would be, if it
       still existed.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: The green sun is gone.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: what??</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: It has been destroyed. At least, from the
@@ -198,7 +198,7 @@
       the width of eternity.</em></p>
       <p>You quickly open your eyes again, and pretend to forget what you
       just saw.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: There’s really no route through this
       expository garden path that will adequately cushion you from the
       bottom line, John.</p>
@@ -213,7 +213,7 @@
       totally convinced that you are approaching this topic with a level
       of nonchalance that is entirely plausible and genuine. You’re sure
       of it.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: yeah, i had a feeling that was going to come
       up again someday.</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: I’m sure we all did. That is, even those of
@@ -242,7 +242,7 @@
       <p class="Command">&gt; Take a look around and survey the current
       status of all life on Earth, which is totally possible to do from
       the vantage point of a single apartment balcony.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: fine?</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Of course everything is fine here.</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: We’re outside of canon now.</p>
@@ -266,7 +266,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Rose shoots you an irritated look. You know
       what that look means. It’s reserved for the sort of bozo who just
       said “what” once too often.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Any event said to take place inside canon
       will have nonzero values of relevance and essentiality, while
       maintaining an absolute foundation in truth, by definition.</p>
@@ -279,7 +279,7 @@
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Are you still following?</p>
       </div>
       <p class="Command">&gt; Say “oh, yeah. totally.”</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: oh, yeah. totally.</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: So to be clear, everything that’s taken place
       here on Earth C since we exited canon can be considered completely
@@ -301,7 +301,7 @@
       <p>You can feel your eyes go wide as the gears in your head slow to
       a stop. The implications of what Rose is saying are as vast as they
       are completely incomprehensible. Your mind has just been BLOWN.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="rose">ROSE: John?</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Are you okay? Your pupils have gone quite
       wide, thereby facilitating the appearance that your mind has just
@@ -375,7 +375,7 @@
       </div>
       <p class="Command">&gt; Make a theatrically startled
       expression.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: ok, i guess we don’t want THAT to happen.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: or... unhappen. whatever.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: so i just retcon-poof back to english and
@@ -431,7 +431,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Rose looks at her phone. You recognize
       Kanaya’s distinct typing style in the window. Rose’s thumbs begin
       to fly across the keypad. She continues to text as she talks.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: so if we’re going to go back and kill him in
       time to “authenticate canon,” i guess we have to get going
       soon.</p>
@@ -475,7 +475,7 @@
       <p class="no-indent">Rose leads you back inside and retrieves a
       letter from her desk. She hands it over, still typing one-handed on
       her phone. She sits down and you read the letter.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
+      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small">
       <p class="john">JOHN: huh.</p>
       <p class="rose">ROSE: Is anything confusing about my
       instructions?</p>
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       <p class="no-indent">Rose is ultimately right about that, the way
       she is about most things. You continue to scan the letter, and
       grimace slightly.</p>
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       <p class="john">JOHN: should i really punch her in the face?</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: i felt kinda bad about it, last time i did
       that to someone.</p>
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       processed the instructions drafted in the polished purple
       handwriting. You like how Rose still writes in purple, after all
       these years. Some things never change.</p>
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       <p class="john">JOHN: alright. this seems straightforward
       enough.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: i mean, aside from the part where we all have
@@ -545,7 +545,7 @@
       hasn’t changed. She’s still trying to solve the problems you all
       left behind. You can’t believe how sick she looks. How did this
       happen to her?</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
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       <p class="john">JOHN: i should probably get going and let you
       rest.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: we can talk all about it when i get back.
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       <p class="no-indent">Rose opens her eyes and looks at you, but she
       says nothing. Just looks.</p>
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       too quick to catch. When she smiles at you, it’s warm and
       sincere.</p>
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       <p class="no-indent">Rose slides her arms around you. After a
       while, she releases you from the embrace and gets up to fetch her
       bottle of pills. She pauses at the bedroom door to look at you one
       more time.</p>
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@@ -40,7 +40,7 @@
       not to notice that three celebrities are having lunch in the grass
       nearby. It’s extra polite of them, because you and Roxy are having
       a very personal conversation.</p>
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       spiel Rose gave you about substance abuse.</p>
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       thinking about how you hadn’t talked to Rose in ages either. Roxy
       gives you a quizzical look, but you turn away before she can draw
       meaning from it.</p>
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       <p class="Command">&gt; Change the subject.</p>
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       same place i last saw? the one near the tower?</p>
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       can ever navigate your way here flying. Carapace architecture is
       otherwise identic, a reflection of their functional, collectivist
       society.</p>
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       <p class="roxy">ROXY: yup</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: that’s cool.</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: it’s a nice place.</p>
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       carry, like the dumb kid you were.</p>
       <p class="Command">&gt; Tactfully avoid saying anything at all
       about Roxy and Calliope’s weird, ambiguous relationship.</p>
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       <p class="john">JOHN: uh, so...</p>
       </div>
       <p class="no-indent">But you can’t stop thinking about it. What
@@ -178,7 +178,7 @@
       <p>You wonder suddenly, watching her. This version of her, that is.
       The one with whom you share all these bittersweet memories—will you
       ever see her again?</p>
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       <p class="calliope">CALLIOPE: ahem.</p>
       <p class="calliope">CALLIOPE: john!</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: what?</p>
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       <p class="no-indent">Calliope is smiling brightly, but Roxy’s face
       has no expression at all.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
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       <p class="john">JOHN: because if i don’t, then...</p>
       <p class="john">JOHN: a lot of stuff will stop being real. or i
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       quiet while you make up your mind. You’re sweating, you realize.
       Cold sweat. Even worse than the anime nightmare sweat you woke up
       soaked in this morning.</p>
-      <div class="chat type-rg type-hs-small--md">
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       <p class="john">JOHN: ...</p>
       <p class="roxy">ROXY: looked like you were gonna pass out there for
       a second</p>
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       <p class="no-indent">Suddenly, Calliope bolts upright.</p>
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       <p class="calliope">CALLIOPE: of coUrse! what was i thinking.</p>
       <p class="calliope">CALLIOPE: this decision is far too important to
       be made on an empty stomach.</p>
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       arrived.</p>
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       <p class="calliope">CALLIOPE: here, before yoU choose which path
       yoU’re going to take, yoU shoUld decide what yoU’d like to eat!</p>
       <p class="calliope">CALLIOPE: i have packed a wide variety of
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