[It's been a while.]
[He can't really remember the taste right now. It's okay. Why can't he motherfuckin remember?]
[Oh. That's it. It's the moon, motherfucker.]
[The moooooooon took his motherfuckin pies.]
[That's okay, motherfucker. Gamzee has plans. Motherfuckin PLOTS wicked sown in this field of possibility. Back home slime came from these crazy motherfuckin plants, right? And Gamzee had himself a seed. A little black seed what looked like home, so he planted it.]
[It didn't grow slime plants.]
[So Gamzee has decided... He's going to stack bodies to the moon, and take what was his.]
[And now the honking is everywhere in town.]
[OOC: Gamzee has been dangerously pie free for a while. Put limitations in your subject field if you have them!]