[After a year here of honing his skills, harnessing his senses and strengthening his ability to detect any sort of weakness in his opponent, Gamzee recognizes his chance to deliver a swift religious infodump when he sees it. Eridan is like a helpless, fumbling foal, separated from its parents while Gamzee plays the part of evangelical carnivore on the prowl.]
[He gives Eridan a somewhat odd smile. Not quite condescending, but not quite genuine.]
What you got your motherfuckin' believings on up in, brother? If it ain't be in my miracles?
[That weird look was still on his face, and he reached up to place a few fingertips against Eridan's forehead.]
Not what you got whirrin' and kickin' around up in your fuckin' pan.
[Those fingers trailed down to hook in the collar of that Aquarius shirt, Gamzee's palm pressing against the symbol there.]
But what you got speaking at you in your mother fucking spirit, dog? Got somethin' what gives you a hope what when you ain't havin' nothin' else what fuckin' does?
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[He gives Eridan a somewhat odd smile. Not quite condescending, but not quite genuine.]
What you got your motherfuckin' believings on up in, brother? If it ain't be in my miracles?
[That weird look was still on his face, and he reached up to place a few fingertips against Eridan's forehead.]
Not what you got whirrin' and kickin' around up in your fuckin' pan.
[Those fingers trailed down to hook in the collar of that Aquarius shirt, Gamzee's palm pressing against the symbol there.]
But what you got speaking at you in your mother fucking spirit, dog? Got somethin' what gives you a hope what when you ain't havin' nothin' else what fuckin' does?