"I wouldn't have motherfuckin' done," Gamzee muttered bitterly, "wouldn't have done you that way. Too motherfuckin' important. You keep my head on, keep my pan screwed down. Nah, homie, here or there, you got me as your moirail, got me as your ward and mate, untouchable and indispensable." He frowned again, the paint on his face obfuscating it still in its smile.
"Ain't no purpose that I got other than to be the protector and enforcer. Take down the instigators. Cull that what motherfuckin' disobeys. I got my motherfuckin' understand on about the purpose, and I must hold to it. And it's a bunch of bullshit that they all be wantin' to have us play by the rules of them, when they go on and treat us like we ain't them in the first place. Nah, bro. Chain us by their rules, enforce them rules harder 'cause we different, treat us like others anyhow? Nah man. I ain't playin' that game. They treat us as equals, give us equal motherfuckin' lenience in the game plan for what we is and what all we used to, and then maybe I'll think about givin' them the respect of playin' it their way." He stopped himself from curling his fingers into a fist and releasing it as he spoke and put his hands together, lacing his fingers to keep himself from feeling the needs of his clubs in them.
"Bro, I love you, but you been takin' up this human shit way too hard. You ain't human. You ain't on their turf. This shit is for all us refugees. Ain't their turf, it's ours too. And bendin' to the motherfuckers is gonna only get us stomped down."
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"Ain't no purpose that I got other than to be the protector and enforcer. Take down the instigators. Cull that what motherfuckin' disobeys. I got my motherfuckin' understand on about the purpose, and I must hold to it. And it's a bunch of bullshit that they all be wantin' to have us play by the rules of them, when they go on and treat us like we ain't them in the first place. Nah, bro. Chain us by their rules, enforce them rules harder 'cause we different, treat us like others anyhow? Nah man. I ain't playin' that game. They treat us as equals, give us equal motherfuckin' lenience in the game plan for what we is and what all we used to, and then maybe I'll think about givin' them the respect of playin' it their way." He stopped himself from curling his fingers into a fist and releasing it as he spoke and put his hands together, lacing his fingers to keep himself from feeling the needs of his clubs in them.
"Bro, I love you, but you been takin' up this human shit way too hard. You ain't human. You ain't on their turf. This shit is for all us refugees. Ain't their turf, it's ours too. And bendin' to the motherfuckers is gonna only get us stomped down."