"Nah man," Gamzee said with a shake of his head, chancing to take a step before stumbling and going back to his knees, catching himself by the ends of his clubs and then standing back up on his good leg. "He was good to me. Motherfuckin' good to you, too." He shuffled against the wall to get closer to Equius, keeping his eyes straight on the other troll as he continued. "You never motherfuckin' let nobody treat you different. Always motherfuckin' demandin' shit from me. Tellin' me what to say. How to motherfuckin' act. And don't think I ain't surprised that you just fuckin' cussed. You gettin' on my bulge about that shit, too. And I fuckin' resent that shit. It be my fuckin' religion, brother. You don't got no motherfuckin' right to be tellin' me how I'm supposed to be up and actin', how I'm all about supposin' to be. And now when I finally gone and got my shit together, you're gonna be all motherfuckin' judgmental of that shit, too. Real motherfuckin' pleasant of you, brother."