"Wrong again, brother," murmured Gamzee, whose clubs left Equius' hands and reappeared back in his own, just to bring them smashing against both sides of the knee that was keeping him pinned, and with that, he was back up with a jump and bounce of reclaimed energy. "You all gettin' into this, bro? Enjoyin' yourself while you be up and wearin' that cloak of motherfuckin' stoicism over it? Don't lie now, ain't no reason to all up and lie to our motherfuckin' face that you ain't gettin' off on this." He licked the blood off his lower lip, and pushed the end of one of his clubs against Equius' chest. "You want us up and outta your motherfuckin' hair, blueblood, you can be doin' a real motherfuckin' thing and be lettin' us go. Gonna be motherfuckin' takin' our leave of your little tiny prison now. You say you want us gone, then brother, you best be openin' up that fuckin' door that ain't there. You don't wanna kill us, don't wanna let us go. The fuck is you doin' then? Clearly gettin' some pleasure outta it."