[Ugh. UGH. He's really fucking high, but not nearly high enough to begin dealing with this awful message. Gamzee's at home, in his usual spot by the hookah, puffing away at the fiery, ground-up pieces of himself. He picks the communicator up a few minutes after he gets the notification of Tavros' message, then spaces out a bit longer before he actually responds.]
uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. WHAT.
[Another long pause before he types some more. He can hardly comprehend emotions on a good day, let alone as a plant monster baked out of his gourd.]
bro it be motherfuckin simple as all shit's titties to be getting my motherfuckin avoid on at peeps. BUT AIN'T NO ONE IN THIS LEAFY CRIB MOTHERFUCKIN NOW. save for yours fuckin truly. IF THAT, EVEN. hahahaha. HONK.
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uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
WHAT.
[Another long pause before he types some more. He can hardly comprehend emotions on a good day, let alone as a plant monster baked out of his gourd.]
bro it be motherfuckin simple as all shit's titties to be getting my motherfuckin avoid on at peeps.
BUT AIN'T NO ONE IN THIS LEAFY CRIB MOTHERFUCKIN NOW.
save for yours fuckin truly.
IF THAT, EVEN.
hahahaha.
HONK.