Gamzee sits at his computer typing, probably trolling john. There's loads of empty faygo bottles and sopor pie tins all over the floor of his room. His room is dimly lit up with purple LED lights. You're sitting on the side of his table when he spins around and stares at you with a grin on his face

wHaT'cHa dOiN hOmiE

You can barely hear him over the extremely loud music playing. Before you can answer, he walks over to you but steps on a horn and scares himself.