I fucking hate your guts. When I wake up, I will be certain to rip open your well defined torso and feed said organs to you on a platter of my choosing...

[ as he says this, the further along he gets? the more slurred his voice sounds. he struggles to keep his eyes open and to push Vanitas away.

but alas. twas not meant to be. and Karkat is out like a fucking light. ]