"You keep motherfuckin' TALKIN' about my motherfuckin' CASTE like you even fuckin' know what all comes with it!" He stood faster than anybody should be able to, and was suddenly with his chest against Equius' back and his hand around his throat, his eyes going redder by the second. "I really up and motherfuckin' dare you to act like you motherfuckin' know fuckall about Highbloods again, you dead motherfucker. Death ain't but only step one of your motherfuckin' inexistence." He had left his clubs at the side of the room, but his claws were digging at the ligature marks around Equius' throat, his strength not nearly the amount that the blueblood had, but it was enough to dig into the skin, and make a damn good point.

"You uppity motherfucker, I should be all destroyin' you now," Hissed Gamzee through his bared teeth. "You was right. This ain't motherfuckin' caliginous. I been hatin' you all wrong, this whole motherfuckin' time."