[Here was a fish. This one was supposed to be a shell he saw one time that looked pretty. It didn't really look all that pretty when it was rendered in Play-Doh. He tried making the umbrella on top of his hive, but... that was too hard to make, too. And then there were these legs in front of him that quickly sat down and crossed themselves, and a voice that came shortly after and...

Oh, please, no.

Not the one person he didn't want to be afraid of him. Not the one person of many that abandoned him in those recurring nightmares. If he didn't look at him, maybe he'd go away. But, he didn't want him to go away, not really. Actually, he wanted anything but. His little bro did not deserve to be ignored, especially not by him, and especially not when he was trying to help. Gamzee looked up, rolling a small piece of Play-Doh between his fingers and offering a toothy smile.]

...

[Does he lie, or does he tell his bro the truth? Lying was never his strong suit, but he really didn't want to fill Tavros in on the filthy details if he hadn't heard (or seen) them yet.]

Ain't all been a very bitchin' motherfucking perigree I've all to been having, brother.

[Still grinning!]

But it's all fuckin' chill now, 'cause I got you here!