[Oh, awesome duds, motherfucker! Gamzee's eyes crinkle as he beams, taking a moment to study human Aradia and her funky fresh wardrobe.]

Wicked fuckin' threads, yo! Look at your motherfuckin' ass, all pinkified and righteously baller as a damn miracle ever up and was...! Guess you ain't no rusty bitch no more! Er, in the metal ways, I mean.

[He'd forgotten to type that out, whoops. At least the video was rolling mutually, now. He absently ran his tongue over his weird, blunt fangs.]

And I was meaning the clubs as in what's all I'm having much the motherfuckin' affinity to. Them ones that can be all thrown to get their dance on in the motherfuckin' air, or clobber some imps with, yeah? Wish I had them motherfuckers with me...

[He sniffed his nose, twitching it a bit before returning to his rambling.]

Ah, these little dudes!?

[There's another grin as he holds up a pair of the devilish things.]

They was all hangin' ripe as can be, waiting for a motherfucker to get his hunger on, and shit if they ain't calling my mother fucking name!

[No, he didn't seem to catch the part about the berries. He was too hungry to listen to words of wisdom.]