CAN *SOMEONE* IN MY TIMELINE SEND ME SOME KIND OF HIGH-SPEED TRANSPORT. A BI-WINGED TRANSIT TUBE. OR A HATREDTHOPTER. FOR FUCK'S SAKE, AT THIS POINT I WOULD ACCEPT A SCUTTLEBUS TICKET. I NEED TO GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE *RIGHT* NOW. I'VE BEEN FORCED INTO A HIGH-STAKES GAME OF CARDS. THERE IS A KNIFE THAT IS ONE MILLIMETER UNDER THE SIZE CATEGORY TO BE CONSIDERED A FUCKING *SWORD* ON THE TABLE AND IT IS BEING POINTED SQUARELY AT MY TYPESTUBS. I'LL TAKE ANYONE AT THIS POINT. I DON'T CARE. SEND ME THE FUCKING MIDNIGHT CREW FOR ALL I CARE. GET ME OUT OF HERE.
I can teleport you...?
TELEPORT ME *WHERE.* AT THIS POINT, I'LL TAKE "SIXTY FEET IN ANY HORIZONTAL DIRECTION THAT ISN'T HERE."
Hive, probably. But like. Out of there, at least
OH MY FUCKING GOD HE SHOT A HOLE IN THE POWDERED WHITE #SUBSTANCE BRICK. GET ME OUT NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW
On it. (A faintly glowing green cloud of smoke envelops Karkat, and when it clears, he is definitely elsewhere. Seems to be a bus terminal.)