Your name is KARKAT VANTAS and you have just made THE WORST MISTAKE OF YOUR YOUNG LIFE.
You've irrevocably ruined all chances with your horrible love, JOHN EGBERT. The tip of the tongue taking a horrible fall of three steps from the roof to tap, at three, on the fangs. John. Eg. Bert. He was John, plain John, yadda yadda -
Look. You don't have time for this shit. Your aural cavities are still ringing from the last revelations of your own idiocy, Kanaya's shoes are actively plotting to murder your feet, and if Rose ever finds out what happened to her book you're a dead troll.
You're sure the general gist re: you never ending longing for the heart, butt, and bucktoothed smile of John Egbert has been communicated, and references to both modern literature and fan adventures of yore have been satisfied.
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You've irrevocably ruined all chances with your horrible love, JOHN EGBERT. The tip of the tongue taking a horrible fall of three steps from the roof to tap, at three, on the fangs. John. Eg. Bert. He was John, plain John, yadda yadda -
Look. You don't have time for this shit. Your aural cavities are still ringing from the last revelations of your own idiocy, Kanaya's shoes are actively plotting to murder your feet, and if Rose ever finds out what happened to her book you're a dead troll.
You're sure the general gist re: you never ending longing for the heart, butt, and bucktoothed smile of John Egbert has been communicated, and references to both modern literature and fan adventures of yore have been satisfied.
The point is, YOUR LIFE IS OVER.
Also, there's a bucket on your head.
>KARKAT: EXTRICATE SELF FROM BUCKET.