"Did they what?" Gamzee tilted his head, mildly baffled by the question. "Bro, they didn't even set me all up with shit for munchin' on first." He thought about the question a little longer, stopped thinking about it, then somehow got himself to return to thinking of it again - meaning that for a good couple minutes he was just sort of staring dully ahead.

He rolled up the sleeve of one arm, revealing a band-aid. "Motherfuckers like to stick me with some all pie juice or somethin' in the arm when I get up. Don't really do nothin'." Yeah, that's basically being drugged, but that part is still sort of going over his head.