[Shut your fucking mouth, Dave, he's trying. Christ.

Karkat tightly crosses his arms once the meddling human is done with his ridiculous friendship whatever bump (it's better than a handshake but still) and glares fixedly in the opposite direction, simmering. At least that part's over with.]

Wouldn't dream of it, your Pokéwealth hoard is secure. Jubilation, children dancing in the streets, there's even a fucking parade float mounted with fluid bombardment devices firing raw sewage into people's faces, it's a goddamn party up in here.

Can we get this over with already? I have to go water my Whismur.