Why're you acting like we're always talking or something? You ain't never say BOO to a motherfucker, leastwise not much. Something been fucking around in your pan, bro? Like with some of them WICKED SHARP memories?

[He seems about to say more, when there's a stirring from behind him, and his eyes light with suddenly rekindled fury. He spins, bat raised, in a pose of natural athleticism that is completely at odds with Gamzee's usual relaxed and sort of slouchy posture. The helmet on the suit of arm goes flying as he hits it, hard, and Peeves comes tumbling out, laughing, and then shoots towards the ceiling.]

GET BACK HERE SO I CAN MURDER YOU AGAIN, MOTHERFUCKER!