Like clowns? That was probably the biggest understatement of the evening so far. Gamzee gave a little guffaw and honked the horn a couple more times. "Fuck yeah I like them. Shit, I up and follow the best motherfuckers. Always smilin', clowns are. Shows a motherfucker how to go about livin'."

He gestured to his spotted pants, smiling goofily. "See? Should all be havin' the paint to go along with that shit, but I can't all find any. Think maybe we could find some tonight?" He couldn't show proper appreciation for the Mirthful Messiahs if his face wasn't painted up in their likeness. It was pure blasphemy to have his skin be bare for this long. The white might not show up as starkly against the pink, but there would still be an obvious difference.

Appearances were important sometimes, man.

"Oh yeah, did you all wanna up and go out with me? I mean out of the room, haha. Went out last night and all had myself a bitchtits time with that Rose girl." The one who had been familiar with trolls, unlike most of the other humans he'd run into. She was pretty fun to talk to, actually.