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[And here would Luke be, trying to get used to this technology stuff. Of course, when you have a cheagle snuggling against the side of your face while you're trying to figure out what button does what, you're usually not very successful. He let out an annoyed noise, shoving the thing out of his face. The little pink cheagle dropped onto his lap, poking its head up so it could just be seen at the bottom of the screen.]

Uh... the scientists left me this thing, but I have no idea what its name is. There isn't anyone that can speak monster by any chance, is there?

[The cheagle jumped up, big ears waving as if it could fly.]

Mieu! Mieumieu Mieuuuuu~

[Luke tolerates that for all of two seconds before he dropped his fist down on its head.]

What'd I tell you about doing that?!

Mieuuuu...

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[Shortly after Luke's transmission, there's another monster-looking thing pressing its face up against the camera/screen, trying to get a better look at the cheagle. Gamzee's got droopy, all-yellow eyes and a mouth full of dirty fangs - not something most people would want shoved right in their faces without warning. Hell, even with warning.]

Whoaaaa, the fuck is that little dude, motherfucker!?

GAH!

MIEU!

[Both Luke and the cheagle jumped back a good foot, staring at the screen with wide eyes.]

[Oh, look at that. Their sudden reaction makes Gamzee jump back, himself, honking in fright and nearly tumbling out of his chair.]

HONK HONK HONK HONK!!!

[Oh god, what the hell, what the hell, what the hell, what the hell... it was honking now. Honking. What the hell!?]

[After a while, the racket stopped. The kid had caught himself just in the nick of time - before falling backwards, he'd hooked his big purple sneakers on to the terminal and pulled himself upright, clutching on to the sides with those bony, clawed fingers of his.]

Holy shit, brother. Why you all up and scaring a motherfucker like all you just were to be fuckin' doing?

Well... you... just...

What the hell are you!?

[The cheagle popped up, pointing an accusing arm at him.]

Mieu mieu!

[Bwuh--]

[Awkward staring. You'd think after having to explain himself multiple times, humans and trolls not knowing about each other would stop coming as a surprise to him. Luke's question gets a laugh out of him, baring his teeth in a friendly, doped-up grin.]

I'm a Gamzee, motherfucker.

The fuck are you?

I'm a human, obviously!

What the heck is a 'gamzee' supposed to be?!

[Another pause. Uh, good question.]

A Gamzee is supposed to all be... uh.

Uhhhh.........

[...]

Me.

[So eloquently stated. He laughs again.]

I know you all are bein' one of them pink alien dudes, motherfucker. What I am all up and to be fucking meaning with my noise is, what the fuck you called, brother!?

And your little dude with them big motherfuckin' hear ducts, too.

...pink... alien?

[It took Luke a moment to process the fact that Gamzee was referring to him and not the cheagle. He let out a half scream, pointing at the screen again.]

I'M NOT THE ALIEN HERE! YOU LOOK LIKE SOME FREAK FROM ANOTHER PLANET!

[STOP SCREAMING YOU WEIRDO!!! Gamzee only jumped a few feet off of his chair this time, and only the tiniest of honks escaped his throat.]

Bro, bro... ain't no reason to get your harsh all on in another motherfucker, yeah?

[He held his hands up in a placating manner, still having that stupid grin on his face.]

Seein' as we both ain't like, all knowing exactly where the motherfuck two dope ass motherfuckers like us actually is, maybe we both be the aliens here, dog.

[...wow.]

...what the heck did you say?

[Because seriously, all he got out of that was the word 'fuck'.]

[It shouldn't come as a surprise, now, to have to wait an extra long time for responses from this idiot. He takes a long time to process things, okay? A long thumbnail dragged at his painted lip in concentration.]

I. Er.

I'm all meaning, like. You could be a fuckin' pinky and I could be being a motherfucking troll, but, like, there be all a bunch of different peeps here that I ain't never set fuckin' stubs at before. So, like, who all really knows who's the real alien dudes here, right? Hahaha!

...oh.

[...he kinda understands that. Sort of. Okay, not really, but he'll just pretend like he usually does.]

Whatever; so you're actually a troll? So is Gamzee your name then?

[Oh, good, he got it!]

Sure is, motherfucker!

[He chirped, pulling his knees up to his chest and sitting awkwardly at the terminal.]

Ain't sure if I all was to be hearin' the motherfucking handle of what's you be goin' by, my crazy-haired motherfucker!

[Yeah, he'd still make fun of people with weird hair, even though he'd just dyed his normally-black hair a bright, neon pink a few weeks ago. He really, really shouldn't be talking.]

My... handle?

And there's nothing crazy about my hair!

Yeah, bro, your handle! Your name! What you be gettin' to be all called, yo?

Ain't like no shit I was all ever to be seein' what's before, motherfucker! Never all seen no one but chicks with their fuckin' locks that motherfucking long, bro. That heap of miracles ever get all up and in the motherfuckin' way?

Oh, right... my name... why didn't you just say that?

[grumble]

It's Luke. Luke fon Fabre. And long hair is pretty normal on my world.

[His face was right back to its original position - pressed eerily close to the camera.]

Pleased to all fuckin' get my meeting on in you, motherfucker!

[He was practically wiggling with excitement.]

Know a few other bitches all with the crazy long hairs, but never no dudes like what's you are! Them head furs of yours be motherfuckin' dope as hell, my brother!

[...he barely understood a word of that.]

Uh, yeah... thanks?

[Continuing on like Luke is so obviously interested in everything he has to say!]

Not a motherfuckin' thing, yo! Anyway so like, you pinkies, yeah? You all get your originate on from the same motherfuckin' place? Or you all like, weirdo aliens to each fuckin' other, too?

[...okay, he's trying to understand that.]

What?

[...and failing.]

...You got a hard time workin' those hear ducts, motherfucker?

It's not my fault. You've got a hard time speaking right!

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