Gamzee looked up at the ceiling as he flopped back against the wall, and spread his own legs in front of him, no less looking like a dumped ventriloquist's dummy. "So you be doin' it intentional. Gettin' up in my shit, tryin' to make nice. Ain't real smart of you. Why you tryin'? What do you get outta it? Ain't... ain't real motherfuckin' good at makin' talk. Can ask Karbro about that."