[ he's bellowing at the top of his lungs and has his hands over his face, eyes squeezed shut. he may or may not be sneaking tortured glances. it's like the wreck of a plane crash. you don't want to look, but you can't not look for the sheer horror of it. ]

WHAT AM I TALKING ABOUT, SHE ASKS! WHAT ARE YOU BLITHERING YOUR FLAP ABOUT, KARKAT! WHAT COULD YOU POSSIBLY HAVE TO GET YOUR SENSIBILITIES OF BASIC DECENCY AND NOT BEING AN UNCOUTH BULGESUCKING SACK OF EXCREMENT IN KNOTS OVER! CERTAINLY NOT THE FACT THAT YOU'RE BARE ASS STARK FUCKING NAKED! OH NO. THAT IS PERFECTLY ORDINARY AND ACCEPTABLE SOCIAL CONDUCT. IN FACT I FEEL LIKE TEARING MY CLOTHES OFF MYSELF, IT IS SO OVERWHELMINGLY APPROPRIATE. HEY, LET'S GET GAMZEE IN HERE TOO, MAKE IT A NAKED GODDAMN DINNER PARTY! BECAUSE THAT ISN'T REVOLTING OR HORRIFYING AT ALL.