Oh no. Whatever would we do if they believed such vicious slander and lies.

[ dave says, completely monotone. he's not actually sure what karkat's plan was here beyond tackling? so he just kind of lays there on the ground, unbothered by the fact he just got slammed into the ground.

it's not like this is the first time this has ever happened and he sincerely doubts it will be the last time. either way, dave is not interested in a wrestle match right now. or yet. who knows. ]

I mean, I am pretty sure some people already think that. And you are not exactly helping our case with the whole still being on top of me thing, do you plan to fix that at any point in the near future? Also how fucking dare you waste my cooking. I slaved over a hot fire for like one full minute, and this is the thanks I get? See if I ever wear an ironic apron and make you easy junk food ever again, Karkat. I bet Betty from down the street's boyfriend never tackles her to the ground and throws her dessert on the floor? Like, we're inventing a new scale for rudeness entirely for you and then probably a new scale after that one when you inevitably break it by going off the charts.