[All of this yelling was assaulting his sleepy brain at once, and, therefore, none of it was being retained. Gamzee's eyes went in and out of focus, trying to keep his attention on the ornery girl (and failing miserably). He did manage to gather that his bag was mysteriously opened, and he'd lost a fair share of his belongings behind him.]

Oh...

[Slowpoke had taken this opportunity to realize that it had been squeezed extra hard, from when Perona had first startled Gamzee. It let out a concerned squawk of a disapproval, as if it had been squeezed at that very moment, and not two minutes prior. This earned a backwards glance from Gamzee, whose eyebrows drew up in confusion to the whole situation.]

[Momentarily, he turned back to Perona.]

Ain't gonna stop my goods from makin' a motherfuckin' run for it if all that's what they be wanting to get up and to do, yo.

[He shrugged, now lamenting the loss of his clothes. He'd woken up in this strange outfit, and the clothes strewn on the ground were his old, dark trollwear. He'd have to backtrack and try to find it again.]

Or, maybe the dudes was helping me get my see on of a bigger miracle!

[He beamed, tilting his head slightly.]

Got myself a pair of new motherfuckin' friends, yeah?