Here comes one of the snazzily dressed assholes now! Fantastic. Just what his situation was sorely lacking, small human women. WAIT, NO, THE OPPOSITE OF THAT. At least this one isn't barking, carrying a fork, or being mind-controlled by an evil witch. Probably. "Apparently, I am." No one has ever looked more mortally offended at their lack of mortal wounds. "Where the fuck am I?" Who the fuck are you? What the fuck is this? Karkat is here to ask the hardhitting questions.