[Were you expecting him to take "no" for an answer? You are sorely mistaken, boy. Instead, Gamzee yawns quite obnoxiously, exposing the rank insides of his mouth and scratching his new human belly with his free hand. He smacked his lips together tiredly, a noise that earned him an unidentified object being hurled at his head. He'd barely dodged it. All that running around during the daylight hours had tuckered him out, but he just couldn't get to sleep when the night was as young as this.]

Shiiiit, motherfucker. Ain't no one's got no motherfuckin' quandary which doesn't should all not be being compared to noise what's what other peeps got having to be dealing with too, you know?

[No, I'm pretty sure he doesn't. I'm pretty sure no one does, on account of that sentence being taken out behind the shed and shot.]

No matter the big or small of a motherfucker's concerns, ain't all negating the fact on what it be a fucking concern, right?

[That was a little more coherent.]

So, if it be all somethin' what's gettin' your mother fucking goat, I ain't no brother to be deeming at it unworthy of, like, meriting some motherfuckin' assistance.

Spill them righteous beans, motherfucker! Honk honk honk!

[The honks transitioned into something a little more identifiable as laughter, but he tapered it off rather abruptly, as to not get distracted from the real issue, here.]