"What the fuck, it's making fat jokes about crustaceans!?" in the most incredulous of tones, he's so nonplussed that he almost doesn't notice at first when the horrorterror begins to slowly drag them toward one of its many gaping mouths. Fear shoots through Karkat all over again, and he curses himself for bringing this upon them. A fucking horrorterror, past self? Really?

"Ruka. Do I want to know how well this bubble will fare if ingested by a horrorterror?!" He asks her, voice verging on hysterical. "Now would be a fantastic time for you to take this seriously, really, this is literally the ideal time for us to not give a shit about bad jokes and instead give a shit about the yawning hellmaw we are quickly ascending towards, come on--"