No, the car, motherfucker! [exclaims with enthusiasm, and the smile that the smaller boy can see out of the corner of his eye is bright and real and painfully raw, lousy with hope] It was the Great Red Shark! And you gotta let me drive sometimes, if your pan is getting all sleepy and some shit.

[His arms wrap tighter, and he buries his face in Karkat's neck out of sheer happiness. Okay, maybe this isn't real. Maybe Karkat'll forget it in a day or two, and that won't be so great, but right now the idea is gorgeous. It sparkles in his head, like a million stars on a clear night, so bright they almost hurt to look at.] I wouldn't be bending no fine piece of machinery like that around no motherfuckin' pole.