Suddenly Gamzee's eyes narrowed, the dopey look gone. There were few enough drugs in his system at this point in the day, coupled with his current predicament, that this ogre was privy to a side of the clown rarely seen up until now.

He rolled further out of the way, easily avoiding the punches, until he was back on his feet again. Fast steps took him around the beast and he raised both clubs to slam them hard into the back of the beast's knees. If he could be brought to the ground, the process of reuniting his clubs with its head would be all that much simpler. The troll meant business now, and this ogre was going down.

It was a shame he'd forget most of this after the fact.