[Gamzee's entire life is a teeter-totter between friendly and creepy. He found a great new spot for his treehive today, and he's smack dab in the middle of the forest, surrounded by trees and greens and the smells of everything in between. It's enough to put any nymph in a good mood. Well... save for Henry, at least...]

Don't even all be motherfuckin' mentioning up on it, motherfucker. Though, uhhh... next time, why all ain't you just be givin' at me that noise all motherfuckin' straight instead of droppin' yourself all at a motherfucker's feet like a crazy son of a birch...

[He half-grinned, looking at Henry with a few yellow fangs poking out from between his lips. Once they were at the big sequoia, Gamzee hopped down and ducked inside the gigantic, hollow trunk. Not even bothering to dust the dirt floor off, he plopped down and folded his plant legs beneath him, glancing up again.]

Y'all need a fuckin' hand gettin' your ass all up in the crib, yo?