You accept a babysitting job from the Grand Highblood himself, You accept it as not to die and you watch him leave, As you go inside you see a tiny little grub playing with a clown horn, It’s Gamzee, He looks up at you and he smiles softly and crawls over to you, He bites and nibbles on your pant leg, What do you do?

Gamzee: Honk Honk.