[At the suggestion that he pick a wiggling day, Gamzee's eyes turned to saucers. Honestly, he couldn't even remember when it was back home, so he'd probably forget the one he picked here unless he wrote it down on a semi-adhesive retention square and stuck it to his forehead at all times.]

Fuckin' really!? I can be all choosing a day? Any motherfuckin' day? And that's all when motherfuckin' I get a party for me? With all y'all coming and stuff?

[The questions dropped from his mouth like an excited child, relentless and incessant, until he picked up on another one of Aradia's comments.]

Aww, shit! I be so down will all sorts of gift-giving motherfuckin' festivities! I ain't got nothin' but some old damn clothes and shit in this bag mine, but I can all be makin' him somethin' even more bitchin' that all what this weird fuckin' human currency can be buying!

[Aradia, you're really good at riling him up. The only downside is that you have to deal with this rambunctious idiot and his never-ending questions.]