[Gamzee wasn't quite used to the whole diurnal thing yet. Eventually he'd try to figure it out, but right now, sleep just wasn't coming to him. There was a fire built at his feet that shed some light on his features, which was rather unfortunate for anyone who happened to be looking. His face was painted up like a monochromatic clown, but instead of a sinister expression one might expect from such a juxtaposition, he was really quite the contrary.]

My fuckin' world all was being up to motherfuckin' at blown to itty bits what seem now all like sweeps ago!

[Despite the horrific retelling of the destruction of his planet that launched him into a game that left he and his friends stranded on a meteor waiting to die, Gamzee seemed quite chipper.]

But that ain't to be motherfuckin' gettin' no say on what my wicked brothers and sisters and I ain't was havin' our fuckin' selves no peach of a time in spite of all what's that noise is.

[He grinned, tilting his head to the side a little and letting his unruly hair flop with it.]

I be gettin' my appreciate on all at, like, the words of much fuckin' optimism and encouragement you be slammin' down for all us motherfuckers, yo. Be hella dope of your ass, yeah?