"Quit complaining, I almost got it!"

Karkat manages to wrench the hole past Elle's head, and it's wide enough to clear her shoulders and the rest of her.

Despite the bad circumstances and lack of gratitude, he's actually starting to feel pretty good at it when a smoke tendril yanks his ankle out from under him. Karkat goes down with a bitten-off yell as it starts to drag him backwards along the grass.