"Maybe you should sit on him instead, 'Bert," Karkat suggests, kneeling down beside the now prone Sherlock. "You're heavier and it looks like he's going to be a whiny little babygrubshit about things." He grabs a hank of hair and runs his own folding knife in, a lot closer than Cuthbert had it since he doesn't have to worry about not seeing what he's doing. "I can give him a closer shave than you and you can still slit his throat when it's time."