[oh, it's on now. because it just so happens that Karkat's real talent, besides dispensing romance advice, is to give leaderly speeches and to come up with ridiculous linguistic constructs to convey his rage! he may not be willing to stoop to a Strider-style rap battle because that is STUPID, but it just so happens there are a few forms of ancient troll battle poetry that will get his point across. IT IS ON, HUMAN WHO TAKES SURPRISING CARE TO WARPAINT HER TEETH.]

IN SOME FUCKING CAVE/PROTEIN CHUTES FLAPPING NONSTOP/GOG I NEED SOME AIR.

[it's kind of shitty poetry, but it's the right number of syllables and at least it conveys some of his anger.]