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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, GAMZEE MAKARA. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 420.42.042.04 *** G-MAK has joined 420.42.042.04 <G-MAK> YO, MY RIGHTEOUS BROTHERS AND GODDAMN BITCHES. <G-MAK> if you all is wanting to be all placing at a mother fucking order with me. <G-MAK> LEAVE AT A BROTHER SOME WICKED FUCKING TEXTUALS. <G-MAK> oh and another motherfuckin thing. <G-MAK> SEXTS IS ALWAYS FUCKIN WELCOME. ;o) ▉

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You gonna judge a brother for bein' a plant? Harsh, yo...

[He's grinning while he says it, though, folding his arms and leaning back against the tree to stare up the trunk again. Trippy.]

Uhh... huh?

[Focus, Gamzee. It took him a while to process what he'd just been asked, mainly because he was too absorbed in the way the hollow tree looked when you could see the sky out of the top of it. When Henry would undoubtedly repeat himself, Gamzee began to chew on one of his claws in consideration.]

Hmmn, uh, whoa, yo... dunno. Probably, like, all of them, for sure!

[reluctantreceiver]

_{[Henry blinks at Gamzee sluggishly before letting his mouth hang open.]}

Woah.

_{[That was so many cops. Like. More than five. Maybe seven!]}