03-07-2016, 09:32 PM
Gamzee was a little more than disappointed. He practically threw a fit when Melx and the rest of those whack-ass crony lookin' motherfuckers absconded from the scene. He ain't even get to bonk that Swordy McBomberpants motherfucker. Alas, this clownish klutz could no longer resort to such basic, child-like tendencies. No, for he was in the presence of...
Divine Royalty.
Yes, his mistress has also wrapped up her beat-down. The high-blood was only sorry he was unable to witness the majesty with which she must have slain these suckahs. As such, it is with great reverence, respect, and several other big words, that Gamzee Makara rushes across the Nexus battlefield, colorful juggling pins flailing and rubber bicycle horns honking. It is only when he is ten or so paces away that he notices all the other plebians that have come to bask in the Goddess of Rhyme's sick flow glow. He certainly hoped he wasn't interrupting any uh, what's the word? Basking? Baskering? Or would it jus be like, worshippering? Whatever. The clown wasn't all up and tryna step on anyone's toes but-
Well, hopefully kneeling at his Mistress' feet didn't count as stepping on her toes.
"Oh mighty Mirthful Vassal of Rhyme, it is I, your humble servant Gamzee Makara," He begins, in between kowtows, "I hope that I didn't all up and interrupt any sick servings you may have been dealing izzout. I just couldn't resist a chance to prove myself after that piss-poor display of representin' at the Colo-see-um..." He pronounces each syllable carefully and drawn out, almost as if with a country twang.
Divine Royalty.
Yes, his mistress has also wrapped up her beat-down. The high-blood was only sorry he was unable to witness the majesty with which she must have slain these suckahs. As such, it is with great reverence, respect, and several other big words, that Gamzee Makara rushes across the Nexus battlefield, colorful juggling pins flailing and rubber bicycle horns honking. It is only when he is ten or so paces away that he notices all the other plebians that have come to bask in the Goddess of Rhyme's sick flow glow. He certainly hoped he wasn't interrupting any uh, what's the word? Basking? Baskering? Or would it jus be like, worshippering? Whatever. The clown wasn't all up and tryna step on anyone's toes but-
Well, hopefully kneeling at his Mistress' feet didn't count as stepping on her toes.
"Oh mighty Mirthful Vassal of Rhyme, it is I, your humble servant Gamzee Makara," He begins, in between kowtows, "I hope that I didn't all up and interrupt any sick servings you may have been dealing izzout. I just couldn't resist a chance to prove myself after that piss-poor display of representin' at the Colo-see-um..." He pronounces each syllable carefully and drawn out, almost as if with a country twang.
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