[ Karkat squints so hard his face almost ruptures into a black hole. He lost track of the dick metaphor as soon as it was mentioned, but now he's even more lost because he's not certain if he's sucking dicks now or if he missed out on sucking dicks, and whether or not he should feel good or bad about that. ]

Are you high right now, is that it? [ He says like he doesn't know that Dave is always like this. ] If I won then yes I'd be a drunken prick and an insult to everyone who knows how to use a toothbrush and a bar of soap but at least I'd be content with my shaved head, ugly faded tattoos and worn out, colour-coordinated adidas tracksuit-- and most importantly I wouldn't be sitting here listening to you ferment my braincells with your penis analogy, so as far as the dick sucking goes, I think this sucks more dicks than winning the fight would because Mr Scott Free is currently sitting in the reception area with a glass of water waiting for a taxi!

[ He points with his hand in the vague direction of the reception area. Just to cement his argument. Luckily for Karkat and his twitching short fuse, Dave's next comment is much easier to translate, and he gladly abandons their loud conversation about genitals in favour of it. ]

I called Sollux and gave him an asthma attack so at this point, who fucking knows.