DAVE: i dunno who the flower is in this case
DAVE: shit what if im the flower
DAVE: no hold up that makes no fuckin sense i gotta rewind back to the beginning
KARKAT: ARE YOU GONNA KEEP MUMBLING TO YOURSELF OR CAN--
DAVE: oh shit sorry what
DAVE: i was just thinking through some really convoluted metaphorical horseshit
KARKAT: YEAH THAT WAS PRETTY FUCKING EVIDENT.
DAVE: my b bro
DAVE: what were you saying
KARKAT: I WAS SAYING I THOUGHT WE MIGHT GO, I DUNNO, ANYWHERE ELSE ON THE ENTIRE SHIP WHILE THE CLOTHES WERE WASHING.
KARKAT: SEEING AS THIS DECREPIT MACHINE WE WERE SO BLESSEDLY PROVIDED WITH MAKES A WHIRRING SOUND SO PANCHAFINGLY ARHYTHMIC THAT IT THREATENS TO ERADICATE THE ENTIRE CONCEPT OF TEMPO FROM THE UNIVERSE.
KARKAT: AND YET SOMEHOW BASICALLY ALL THAT HAS HAPPENED SINCE WE STARTED THE LOAD IS THAT YOU’VE BEEN USING IT AS A FUCKED UP BEAT TO WHISPER TO YOURSELF ABOUT FLOWERS TO.
KARKAT: AT THIS POINT I'M EITHER GOING TO NEED YOU TO SPEAK UP OR FOLLOW ME THE FUCK ON OUT OF HERE, BECAUSE THIS IS EXCRUCIATING.