[Ugh, God, what a fruitcake. Gamzee's brows knit together, and his lip lifted in vague disgust. Not that he couldn't find himself into effeminate guys, just... everything that seemed okay in general was instantly made absolutely horrid when this brand of Zahhak was involved. Also, that little maneuver reeked of high-maintenance. He laughed inwardly, hoping he was correct in his assumption, because if he was, it meant absolute hell for Eridan. And that was always funny.]

Give the shit all a little more fuckin' hip.

[Gamzee just had to taunt him as he walked away, instructing him on how to do a proper strut.]

Get all your motherfuckin' practice on, then maybe that motherfucking matesprit yours be up at fuckin' wanting you, eventually.