With his nose broken and his clubs out of his hands, Gamzee didn't leave, even though the force of the headbutt sent him back down to the ground. The pain drove his Rage deeper through him as he started to laugh, the sound of his chuckles echoing through the room, permeating the entire area with the hideous sound. As he laid on the floor below Equius, he continued to cackle. "Yo homie," he said through the laugh, and just as fast as the gigglefit came on, it was done and over with, and he whispered, "Do it. I want you to go to it and motherfuckin' try. HAVEN'T YOU FIGURED IT OUT YET?" He shouted, purple blood spraying from his mouth, "I ain't motherfuckin' weak like you. I'm NEVER gonna motherfuckin' die! So try it. Do it, motherfucker, give it all your motherfuckin' best. Give all that motherfuckin' rage on over to me, you unworthy, useless, dishonorable motherfuckin' pile of ground fuckin' dead ass grubloaf. I ain't goin' nowhere, until I motherfuckin' wake all up on my own. So do it. DO IT MOTHERFUCKER, KILL ME."