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yourgoddamnit.livejournal.com) wrote on February 6th, 2011 at 07:19 am

[COMMENTLOG RESCUE SOME GLUBBERS]

You grapple for your companion with what remains of your strength. All other thoughts have abandoned you. For some reason, you are slightly depressed that Sawyer and Kate have been kidnapped and that you'll never be as attractive as Boone. Yes. That is a legitimate thing to be depressed about. I just looked at his picture and he's a very attractive man.

You manage to find his cold, clammy hand and squeeze it.

Future you will vomit with disgust at this horrendous display, but you are not Future Karkat, you are Past Karkat, and past Karkat is too sick to do anything but be a tool for whatever shenanigans I please.

Finally, it is your chance to reenact one of your favorite scenes from one of your movies. It is by far superior to any of John's stupid displays of Con Air because the depth and emotion that go into this moment are far more captivating and meaningful than any human can possibly comprehend.

You look deep into Eri's eyes...

...or you would if your eyes could focus straight. You are likely staring at his gills. Close enough.

Who is ready for the most beautiful moment the Land of Stupidity and Coconuts has ever witnessed.

Who is ready.

WHO IS READY???????

You are now Current Karkat. You've passed out cold after your stunning display, still holding onto Eridan. If only you were coherent and conscious, you would chew your own arm off and feed it to BenfromLost. But you aren't. You're currently being handled roughly by the cat girl.

Oh my god when did Troll Michelle Pfiffer get here?!

You manage to crack your eyes open, but you can't really manage much more than that. Thinking isn't even an option at this point.

You are simply...

Lost.