[Gamzee snickered at that, pulling on the hem of his t-shirt and stretching it down over his unsightly ribcage. When did his clothes start shrinking? Or, maybe he was growing again. Either explanation seemed to have an equal amount of plausibility. Arching an eyebrow at Eridan, he let out a puff of air in exasperation.]

But, bro. If the most harshest of dangers ain't a motherfuckin' factor involved, ain't no brother or bitch up in that audience riotus gonna be givin' you their fucking undivideds, you feel me?

[He nudged the pile again with his foot, testing its consistency.]