[Gamzee stares at the bottle. Almost begrudgingly. It just felt wrong. Like he was betraying his lover, like he was just jabbing a cold heartless dagger into the back of his one true love. He just. But he couldn't really last much longer without it. He had to find a substitute, it was just unbearable!]

[He smiled, almost guiltily.]

Yeah I guess I can motherfuckin try that shit... [There isn't as much whimsy to his voice as normal, how could there be? Please excuse the reference, but if he were James Sunderland, Faygo would be his Mary, Fanta his Maria. It just. Felt wrong. :o(]