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[mirthfulness]

[Gamzee has dragged himself out of the med bay, not at a hundred percent yet but getting there. There was no reason for him to stay any longer than necessary.

He stops at a window, sliding down to sit where he can still see out of it into the darkness of space beyond.

After a moment or two, he turns on a video feed and directs it outside.]You

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[italia_di_pasta]

Wa!! We are!?

Wait...

What's a hoofbeast?

[mirthfulness]

DON'T ALL MOTHERFUCKIN' MATTER, DO IT?

The 'dead' part is what does.

DEAD OR MOTHERFUCKIN' DYIN' WHILE WE BLEAT PITIFULLY TO DEAF EARS.

[italia_di_pasta]

DEAD!? I don't wanna die! I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die! What can we do!? I don't wanna be a dead sheep! [He assumed from the "bleat" part that it's a sheep. Sheep bleat, right?]

[mirthfulness]

[So do goats, which Gamzee is more associated with, but the troll only cares that his point gets across.]

Can you swim through the stars, brother?

[italia_di_pasta]

[Sheep, goats, same thing.]

Uh... that actually sounds really cool. But Germany says you need space suits for that.

[mirthfulness]

THEN THE ANSWER IS NO, AIN'T IT MOTHERFUCKER?

[italia_di_pasta]

WA! Sorry...

[mirthfulness]

Yeah, cause I'm sure apologizin' at the motherfuckers out there will keep you safe in the end.

[italia_di_pasta]

[Processing... processing...]

Hey, I just noticed something! You shout a lot for no reason, and you swear a lot too, and you're kind of a dick! Like my brother! Except you look much different. Can we be friends? [He truly believes this was on-topic.]

[mirthfulness]

[There's a good long pause after that.]

WHAT IN ALL THE MOTHERFUCK?

[italia_di_pasta]

Did I say something wrong?

[mirthfulness]

I think you should stop sayin' things altogether.

[italia_di_pasta]

Oh... sorry. Ve.