Whoa, hold it. There was more food in here. Cold food. Cold beverages. That meant the possibility of one thing in particular...

Oh sweet Faygo come to him.

Gamzee dropped his pillowcase to the floor and was suddenly everywhere at once - on shelves, under shelves, digging through bags of carrots. He moved surprisingly fast for someone who was normally so, well, slow. Unfortunately for him, there wasn't a single soda to be found in the whole room. He returned slightly disappointed, but with a hand covered in ice cream and about half of a ham. Not to worry, he licked his fingers clean before picking up the bag again.

"Kinda all disappointed in the motherfuckin' selection."