[Right, right, Yori. The name sounded... almost familiar... maybe? Why was the kid just standing there? What did he expect Gamzee to do? Did he want to die? Again? Too bad if he did - it had become increasingly hard to even fathom bringing himself to his feet, let alone exacting a fatal blow to a scrawny kid standing in the middle of the hallway like a dope. He sighed, a puff of air through his nose.]

Brother. You all fuckin' need somethin' from a motherfucker? Somethin' that ain't dealin' in all sorts of motherfucking animosity? 'Cause a brother ain't be handin' that sort of shit out right the motherfuck now.