[Gamzee is squinting. And grasping at his chin. And doing other stupid ass fucking poses that he thinks is going to convey that he's actually listening when really he was just focusing on this kid's massive eyebrows. He got the gist of it, though. At least, he hoped he did.]
You all gettin' your anxiety on over shit what's all up and out your motherfuckin' control, motherfucker.
[It was odd, the degree of informality and familiarity Gamzee was granting to someone he'd only met seconds prior. Well, it would be odd to anyone who didn't know him, at least.]
My brother be tellin' in me some shit what all I don't be motherfuckin' got any clues on even how to be up and managing, you know?
I mean, props to you for bein' all, like, wanting to even be considering on gettin' your ponder on of that noise. 'Cause like, I ain't even sure I be in the place for all contemplating the shit what's I was told, mostly.
But the way I fuckin' see it...
[He grinned, tossing a glance up to the dark sky overhead and giving a simple shrug of his shoulders.]
Is, uhhh... you ain't all being in no motherfuckin' cockpit of such unforeseen outcomes, you feel me, brother? Only much thing you can all be hopin' for is them miracles rainin' down to shower your motherfuckin' worthy face like a pious maelstrom of glitter and carbonational fizzies, yeah?
Ain't no such usages frettin' over shit what won't be made no different by no motherfucker frettin' over it. Get your believe on in them miracles, my wicked motherfucker. They be all hearin' your pleas. They ain't gonna leave no motherfucker in the proverbial dust, yo!
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[Gamzee is squinting. And grasping at his chin. And doing other stupid ass fucking poses that he thinks is going to convey that he's actually listening when really he was just focusing on this kid's massive eyebrows. He got the gist of it, though. At least, he hoped he did.]
You all gettin' your anxiety on over shit what's all up and out your motherfuckin' control, motherfucker.
[It was odd, the degree of informality and familiarity Gamzee was granting to someone he'd only met seconds prior. Well, it would be odd to anyone who didn't know him, at least.]
My brother be tellin' in me some shit what all I don't be motherfuckin' got any clues on even how to be up and managing, you know?
I mean, props to you for bein' all, like, wanting to even be considering on gettin' your ponder on of that noise. 'Cause like, I ain't even sure I be in the place for all contemplating the shit what's I was told, mostly.
But the way I fuckin' see it...
[He grinned, tossing a glance up to the dark sky overhead and giving a simple shrug of his shoulders.]
Is, uhhh... you ain't all being in no motherfuckin' cockpit of such unforeseen outcomes, you feel me, brother? Only much thing you can all be hopin' for is them miracles rainin' down to shower your motherfuckin' worthy face like a pious maelstrom of glitter and carbonational fizzies, yeah?
Ain't no such usages frettin' over shit what won't be made no different by no motherfucker frettin' over it. Get your believe on in them miracles, my wicked motherfucker. They be all hearin' your pleas. They ain't gonna leave no motherfucker in the proverbial dust, yo!