"If we're so lucky," he replies. The pessimistic tone is more of a front, really. Karkat's hoping there really is a sizable library of romantic cinema, literature, etc. Besides, doesn't that kind of go hand in prong with this whole multiversal experimental effort to cure space cancer?

"Uh," the alien hesitates, his blunted claws flexing against his knees. "So am I just shouting hey you or do you have a name?" He wants to know who he's pestering later about more of these movies, if they exist.

Karkat COULD start with his own name but. Nah.