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[manipul8r]

[ Vriska's sitting on the grass by the gates, legs stretched out in front of her, leaning back on her hands. She doesn't look too concerned about her location at the moment! More preoccupied with enjoying the sun that doesn't burn or feel like shit. Or, you know, having some natural light. It's been a while since she's seen any

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[dimpleclown]

Shhiiit. I dunno, Vriska, I think it's pretty fuckin' dope, if you all be askin' me.

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[manipul8r]

[ Oh. Well this is awkward for a variety of different reasons.

She might consider relocating now. ]

Except nobody did ask you, Gamzee.

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[dimpleclown]

See, that's just the motherfuckin thing though, isn't it?

[Yeah, he's on his facts right now. The dope is flowing and he is the dopemeister, fell baron of flow and copacetic clowniness.]

A motherfucker can all answer questions what ain't even motherfucking there. Know what that makes them? Motherfuckin'

vibe riddles.

Have you answered that shit yet?

[manipul8r]

If you feel like giving riddles and wasting someones time, go find your fearless leader. I'm sure he'd be more than happy to deal with you right now.

[ Rustling of clothes and feet against grass. She sure is moving as far away from the gates as she can. ]

[dimpleclown]

Hey naw, ain't no riddles from me, motherfucker! That shit's up to the magic of the universe's chomp hole to pipe on out. You ought to motherfuckin chill, you feel me?

[He sounds pretty alright with this.]

[manipul8r]

[ ...Well maybe people were stupid and losing their think pans for no reason. Gamzee seems just as retarded as ever. So maybe she won't have to, you know, worry about dying again.

Hopefully. ]

Yeah, Gamzee, I feel you.

So are you dead now, too?

[dimpleclown]

Heheh.

Dead set on chillin', motherfucker. Hee hee.

[He gives a series of goofy chuckles, and would probably be elbow nudging her in the arm or ribs if she were around]

Nah I'm just foolin, I'm enjoyin as much motherfuckin life as ever.

[dimpleclown]

Why?

[manipul8r]

[ She sighs, finds a new place to sit and be lazy as all get out. Gives her a minute to give an answer she's satisfied with. ]

Heard people were dying left and right back home and that dead people can do the living-thing again when they're here. Thought I'd ask. A girl has priorities.