[Gamzee can practically watch as Beat's senses dull. It almost intensifies his own high, watching someone else experience theirs. The first and last sentences were easy enough to understand, but the long one in the middle sort of ran together, like trying to read words written in wet ink while rain splattered down on it.]

"Odds" ain't exactly a motherfuckin' thing what all a gangsta's being good at figuring the fuck out at.

[Gamzee shifted back onto his back, staring up at the ceiling this time and sucking down another lungful of smoke.]

Quit fuckin' getting your ass culled, motherfucker. I don't... like... give at no fucking fucks what the fuck shady noise you get your ass into, but...

[He coughs a bit, trying to catch his breath.]

You ain't allowed to be mother fuckin' croaking no more, yo.