[He'd very much like to stay grumpy about this, but it's hard to work himself into a good old-fashioned rage when Dave's not giving him much to rise up against. He knows him too well to cross any lines.

So Karkat just sulks still, arms folded, still leaning back against him.]

Yeah right! Like I'm going to embarrass myself out there by acting like the protagonist of a show for wigglers. I'll be out there literally striking fear into the hearts of whatever mouthbreathing pail stains are threatening all of paradox space this time around.