Gamzee would you just--!

[Oh, okay, he's stopped. Good. Arthur feels a little light-headed, probably thanks to all of his blood being in his face rather than in more vital areas. Arthur pushes a hand into his pocket, and pulls out the twist of paper that the other boy had given him]

What exactly is in this? And if you say 'motherfucking tea' I will brain you, I swear to god.