"Don't you be all up and makin' shit you don't know about, Tavros," Gamzee muttered, scowling a little. "Them motherfuckers are only around when I let 'em get in, or if a group gets together and pulls forth that motherfuckin' harmonic that the session has, that underlyin' motherfuckin' harmony we all put off. Got meds for that, to keep them from pushin' me around too terribly much. Shit, cuz, this is the first time I ain't bein' yanked around and you wanna spend it up and jawin'? Arguin' semantics over what is or is not righteous motherfuckin' comeuppance?" He shook his head. "Tavros, you know well as me them dicks up in our grills that night couldn't hide that kind of darkness they was totin'. You know that the ones who claim they love 'em are only doing that shit out of obligation or fear." He shook his head.

"Take off them rose tinted glasses you got plastered up on your face and motherfuckin' peep at it a minute. It ain't good to be so motherfuckin' ignorant. And it ain't analogous to the hemospectrum. Not with this shit. You know those motherfuckers? They ain't like some scumblood rumor. We saw that shit for ourselves and you still wanna have me hold back judgment. If I wasn't motherfuckin' immortal and wasn't there for you when I was, you woulda been dead as Odakul is now. You want that for some other troll, homie? 'Cause I can't let that shit happen. Ain't about blood color no more. It's about weedin' out the motherfuckin' vermin so our already motherfuckin' rare ass species doesn't go all motherfuckin' extinct."