"Uhhhh..." Gamzee just blinked at the man, not sure what to think of that. How did someone pretend to be broken? He wasn't even sure what was required to be considered someone needing repair. "I don't know if that would all be that motherfuckin' fun. Don't honestly know what a brother wants me to do."

Did he know anyone who needed... what was he getting here? Special counseling-type help? Someone to listen to his problems, maybe? He'd listened to other troll's problems before. Eridan had a lot of them. Maybe if he tried acting a little more like Eridan he'd be properly playing along with whatever game the man was trying to get him to play right now. He slouched a little in his seat, attempting to look thoughtful and not succeeding all that well.

"Is it I should be gettin' to you about some fuckin' quadrant issues?"