>Worth: Give Karkat your clothes.
You don’t know why you’re giving this gray thing your clothing, but you figure you might as well seeing as there is and invisible force compelling you to do so. You are instantly amazed that your clothes fit this kid perfectly and his on you. What is this sorcery? Hanna must be pulling some shit on you, you know it beyond a doubt that somehow that scrawny, ginger midget is involved in whatever the fuck just happened.
>Karkat: Accept this fuckwads greasy rags.
You take the ass’s atire and toss it on quickly and as if by magic the clothes adjust to your frame perfectly. Of course you knew that this would happen so you move right along with your business. You take a moment to wonder what the fuck is this jerkwipe doing, just standing there amazed that your clothing fit him. Obviously this human is more retarded than Egbert and his other obnoxiously happy bunch. You can’t help but be even more amazed by the fact that this is an adult human and not some dumb kid. Like Egbert.
>Karkat: INSULT THIS IDIOT, HE CLEARLY HAS NO FRONTAL LOBE AND THEREFOR SHOULD NOT AT ALL BE INSULTED BY YOUR CLEVERLY CRAFTED AND CREATIVE INSULTS.