Gamzee rummaged around his room in a somewhat rage. He had finished his last Faygo bottle.
Letting out obnoxious whales as he peered in every little nook to find even just one more little Faygo.
He dove into his recuperation sack, those things that humans call beds or something rather.
Nothing.
He squirmed out and looked in his closet, throwing out everything to attempt to find it.
Nothing.
Gamzee howled. "WhAt iN tHe AcTuAl BiTcH TiTs! WhErE's mY mOtHerFuCkIn FaYgO?!"
Glaring at anything in sight, attempting to hide his love for the the drink that had seemed to leave him.
Still making the noises. He peered under his dresser.
Could it be?
His eyes gleamed.
Grape. Flavored. Fucking. Faygo.
Tears of joy filled the young trolls eyes, he reached under and pulled out the bottle.
He grinned almost as wide as his paint, and held it close, spinning in circles like those giddy girls in the movies.
"I bElEiVe iN MiRiClEs! WhErE yOu fRoM? YoU sExY tHiNg! I bElEiVe iN MiRiClEs, sInCe yOu cAmE aLoNg! YoU seXy tHiNg!"
He sung as he kissed the bottle, still spinning in happy circles of joy.
