[Watching such an old man rip a bong has got to be one of the highlights of Gamzee's stay on Ryslig. The nymph hardly blinks a glassy, green eye at the sight, too entertained to want to miss a single moment. His mouth is formed in an unwavering smirk, lined with crooked, sap-coated fangs.]

Shit, bro, you really isn't all motherfuckin' talk! Hahaha!

[He doesn't expect a response, as talking while your lungs are being ransacked by hot smoke isn't exactly the easiest task in the world. His train of thought is completely discarded, though, when Stan shoots him an accusatory glare, and Gamzee realizes the elderly fire-monster-thing had accidentally sunk back into...]

Oh-- uh... it's just fuckin' some sap, is all... ain't no thang, brother.

[Hopefully this guy was high enough now not to get too upset...]