[Karkat is momentarily distracted by the Pokémon (doesn't Dave have one of those?), but then the yelling resumes and yeah, okay, this is getting kind of fucking tedious, is this what talking to him is like? Except John's so incredibly John about it that if Karkat were literally anyone else, it would be impossible to stay mad at him. As things are, what the fuck is wrong with you, John, why do you think he's even standing there? Because he's hoping to get a refreshing human spittle shower? Argh.]

I'm almost tempted to make you guess just to put off the inevitable barrage of human friendship platitudes except I'm already so fucking nauseated by your stupidity that the second you start, I would unleash a torrent of vomit so massive it would drown you and leave us right back where we fucking started.

[And, just in case that wasn't hint enough—]

It's Karkat.