Zone B -- Forest

[Gamzee Makara]

Woo! New besties. Fun times and sick rhymes are all that's being had in Dante's Abyss. Besides, you know, having your leg fucked up.

"I feel like I should get that gracious business of apologizin' goin' on," Gamzee begins, following the dauntingly edgy duo, "I ain't mean to scream at y'all like that, shit was prolly unprofessional. You guys would not motherfuckin' believe what I happened to happen upon up there. Motherfucking jaguars out the ass! And I ain't talking the fancy car either, I mean like full on jungle cat lookin' kitty, and he was NOT happy to see me in his bizzle like dat. I mean I guess I was in his bizzle, shit, s'his jungle jangle and all that. You ever think about dirty night clow-"

"Stop talking," the one in black with the cute pointy ears said.

"Forgive my friend here," the one with all the cute weapons said, "he's a man of few words, and doesn't take kindly to anyone of a few more words. What's your name, kid?"

"Gamzee. Gamzee Motherfucking Makara," replies Gamzee Motherfucking Makara.

"Huh. Cool middle name," He muses. "name's Dante. You can call tall, dark and broody over there Batman."

Gamzee looks in utter shock. "Wouldja be surprised if I said you was the first motherfucker to not question my strange given moniker of motherfucking monikers?"

Dante shrugged. "Name's a name, no matter how funny or stupid it may be. Example? Bat boy here."

Whooooaaaaa.

"Whoa. That just blew my motherfuckin' mind, bro. Like a bomb."

Dante had a feeling he was gonna get along with this kid. He lets the silence stew for a moment while the new kid ponders his existence. The demon hunter taps Batman on the shoulder, giving him a questioning look,

"Safehouse."

Names were pretty motherfucking cool.

Group moving from B9 -> B10