[Gamzee kept cackle/honking, and then he raised his head and kissed Tavros soundly ... on the ear. Which really, could probably easily be written off as just Gamzee weirdness.]

You need some more, Tavbro. [He tells the smaller boy solemnly, and then snags the other bottle (this one of cheap rye whiskey), and pours Tavros a generous measure.] Okay. So. My finest of fine motherfuckers. Who wants to play a motherfuckin' game?