[Karkat isn't above causing a scene, but he's honestly just too damn surprised when PM grabs his shirt and pulls him forwards. For a moment, he can see a repressed, murderous sort of look in her eyes - a kind of deep, ingrained fury that puts him in mind, however fleetingly, of Jack Noir.
While Jack would have simply stabbed him and left him to bleed to death, though, PM tries the diplomatic route. Karkat scowls at her.]
I'm not saying you can't fuck around however the fuck you want, or that your loser friends can't die trying to get out. I'm just saying no one's fucking tried hard enough, which is a fucking fact. Want to know why, you dumb carapaced nookfondler? They're either dead or still fucking here!
[His normally-loud voice rises at this point. He's just about to reach up and rip her hands away when Terezi steps in. There are harmonics in her voice that lets him know that he is In Very Deep Shit, and the only reason he's not Getting The Shit Served To Him Right The Fuck Now is because PM is also In Very Deep Shit.
A small part of him considers doing something very Troll Will Smith, which would be to be suave as fuck and tell the ladies to stop fighting all over him, but considering the ladies both seem pretty murderous and Karkat is... lacking in the fresh, charming department, he rightly concludes that that would be A Fucking Terrible Idea.
With less force than he initially intends to use, he begins to lift PM's hands away.]
Maybe I just don't fucking like having to wait around for shit to happen, and just want to get it done. I've done enough waiting the fuck around. It doesn't fucking suit me.