003 ☄ [VIDEO]

[spectagoggles]

[ Someone sure has been MIA for a while. Maybe someday, Vatheon will decide whether or not to actually keep her here, instead of playing interdimensional pingpong with her. The video flips on, showing a dark-hoodied, dog-eared, bespectacled girl with bucked teeth-- she may not be recognizable immediately to most, but this is definitely Jade Harley

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[faygot]

[Don't listen to that nay-sayer, Tavros. Let Gamzee be your wing-troll. He will help you get the girl. And then you can have some sloppy make-outs, maybe.

See. Look at these enthusiastic thumbs up.]

Aiiight, my good bullhonky. You lay your sweet motherfuckin' lines on that sister.

[dependabull]

Eheh... I'm not entirely sure those, were my sweetest of lines. Actually, I'm fairly certain I just, uh, blurted out the first thing to come to mind.

[faygot]

Well, shit, sometimes a brother all just gotta go with what shit comes natural to his wicked pan.

[dependabull]

Maybe, but... I think, in this case I should have said something, else.

[He lowers his voice, as if this will actually help.]

What is, uh, a good pick-up line?

[faygot]

[Oh, he is thinking hard on this. And dropping his voice down to a conspirator-y whisper. You know. As if they are not doing this on a public network or anything. He just wants to help his good bro out.]

You all gotta fuckin' show her your self-confidence, bro. Drop some sick beats all with your bad self, tell her she be gorgeous. Babes fuckin' dig that. Equius does.

[Because, you know, in many ways Equius and Jade are the same thing. Really.]

[dependabull]

[It's not like anyone could just turn up the volume or press their ear closer or something...]

You think, I should toss some, uh, rhymes at her? Ignite her passion with some... sick fires?

[faygot]

Yeah! Shit.

[lowering his voice again.]

You all gotta use what sick fire you all got, drop wicked rhymes on here up until she all feel the flush miracles for you.

And then you make out a little.

[dependabull]

I think... you might be getting ahead of things, just a little. Uh.

[And now he's blushing all brown. Dammit, Gamzee. You can't skip straight to making out. There are PROCEDURES.]

I mean, she turned me down, before...

[faygot]

[Sloppy tongue procedures.]

Ain't nothing all wrong with just getting your try on for it again.

[dependabull]

Well, I will. Uh. See what, I can do.

And, perhaps I will take your advice.

[Gamzee does have a matesprit, after all...]

[faygot]

[He is the best at romance.]

Just all gotta be fuckin' confident at this stuff and go with all what be making your motherfuckin' blood pump feel best.

[dependabull]

Right. Confidence.

I've got, a fair amount of that. I think.

[faygot]

Yeah! Just all show her what gumption you all got what when you are dropping your sick rhymes on the motherfuckin' unexpecting peeps of this hood.

[dependabull]

I think... the rhymes might have to wait.

But. Someday.

[faygot]

You all be wanting me to put a good motherfuckin' speak in with the wicked motherfuckin' ringmasters what all be in the sky, brother?

[dependabull]

Uh. If by that you mean, do I want you to pray. Or something. Then I would have to say that, it's not necessary.

But, if you really want to... I guess you could.