[Does he even need to point out the ~*irony*~ inherent in Dave calling him fat and requesting to be fed in the same breath. Because wow. Wow. Sure, Dave hadn't actually used the word "fat," but "titanic weight" is pretty fucking unambiguous and fuck him anyway, not everyone could be a pool noodle.

Karkat is pale enough for this asshole that the highly audible growl from his stomach stays any acerbic remarks to this effect, though; he huffs quietly instead and reluctantly starts peeling himself away. He is the one who'd brought it up, so—]

You're lucky I'm feeling magnanimous enough to not abscond with both of these and finish them off myself.

[He's trying to grumble and for once it isn't working. Focusing on how fucking aggravating it is to reach over grab the Happiny Meals sort of helps, but settling in at Dave's side again is ruining even that and asjdfklghlhasf what kind of troll is that easily pacified?

Vengefully, he steals one of Dave's chicken nuggets and eats it right in front of him. Hah.]

Are you going to sit up or what?