Karkat: I mean, what the fuck are we even doing? Do you ever just sit here and think… Well, no, I don’t even know why I’m asking you if you think about anything, but it’s just so fucking… I don’t know. What the fuck is the point?
Gamzee: Ain’t no sense all up in jumbling your pan with shit a motherfucker can’t explain. Gotta’ let them motherfuckin’ wicked thoughts mellow. Can’t be lettin’ em all bubble up and burstin’ from you like a bottle of Faygo a motherfucker’s done all up and shook up.
Karkat: What the fuck are you even talking about, Gamzee? I keep telling you that no one gives a shit about that fucking poison you shove down your protein shoot. You are literally the only shitsponge who drinks it.
Gamzee: Yeah, best friend. I hear that.
Gamzee: Not everyone can all up and get their motherfuckin’ chill on with it. Gotta be one of ‘dem miracles where a motherfucker just all up and gets down with the way it feels on your tongue.
Karkat: *sighs* It’s called an acquired taste, you idiot.
Gamzee: Yeah, that’s what it is, brother. Gotta’ motherfuckin’ acquire the miracle of Faygo before you taste it.
Karkat: That’s not what it means, you— What… What the hell are you doing?”
Gamzee: It’s no big thing. Just tryin’ to help a motherfucker all up and get his relax on.
Karkat: Do you really think I can actually relax knowing your filthy, grub stained, horn fondling hands are touching me?
Karkat: *grunts* That fucking hurts.
Gamzee: That’s because you’re always so motherfuckin’ tense, like a—
Karkat: If you even think about mentioning Faygo, I swear I’m going to slit your fucking throat.
Gamzee: *chuckles* Nah, brother. I won’t go say nothin’ ‘bout that.
Karkat: *groans* Fuck. Move your stupid hand over a little bit… Yes. Fuck. *hisses softly* Right there… Just…
Karkat: Gamzee, stop. *sounds panicked*
Gamzee: What’s with all this motherfuckin’ stoppin noise? You ain’t gotta’ be ashamed of that shit, brother. It’s natural.
Karkat: Just… shut up. *mutters*
Gamzee: Fuck, I mean, if a motherfucker gets the urge, he can’t be all up and ignoring it.
Karkat: Gamzee…
Gamzee: I guess what I’m all up and tryin to say is that I can help you with that.
Karkat: I… But that’s… *whispers* The quadrants—
Gamzee: Ain’t no one trying to hear any of that quadrant noise, brother.
Gamzee: Just all up and get your relax on. *whispers*
Karkat: *gasps* F-Fuck… Gamzee…
Gamzee: Just chill, brother. Trust me.
Karkat: Why the fuck would I be stupid enough to trust— ahh… *moans*