Dave snorts and sets the bowl of popcorn between them so Karkat can reach it more easily. He did, after all, promise to share. "I mean, I guess it does save us the trouble of cleaning up any bodies we acquire, but this is another case of "that sounds nice but also it's fucked up" I think. Also I am pretty sure I would prefer my dead body never get into his hands." Which maybe being godtier will protect him a little there but also, can he ever be sure. Death is so much less appealing when it involves being bodysnatched by the resident vent juggalo and dismembered and put into jars.

Okay, morbid. Think other thoughts, Strider.

"So, are you ready for the movie? Or do you have to like, pre-game the movie somehow. Give me a whole spiel on the artistry that is about to occur, or bitch about the ships, or something?"