Tavros was known for his weak, feeble, low self-esteem that got him into much trouble with that HUGE 8ITCH Vriskaaaaaaaa. Not only was his self-confidence a bottomless pit to nowhere, he was a short, fat fuck who did nothing cool or exciting except play the Alternian version of Pokémon. Nerd. No one likes that, not even that nubby horned insomniac with extreme anger issues that could blow up universes if turned into energy. Oh wait.
Gamzee was on his way to Tavros's troll crib lookin' for a good time. And by good time, I mean a hot session of SICK RHYMES, you sick fucks.
"Heyyyyy, Tavbro," Gamzee greeted Tavros in his ridiculous 40-year-old chain smoker voice no 13-year-old would ever have. "Oh heh, you got the wrong clothes on, bro. Honk."
"Uhhhhhh what are uh talking about, Gamzee, I thought we were going to uh, throw sick, uh rhymes," Tavros stuttered like the bumbling cripple he was. What the actual fuck was wrong with this guy? His horns could impale the hearts of vicious trolls but he didn't want to because he was a pussy. "cause uh why are you wearing that uh, pink, uh leotard?"
"Motherfucker, I don't know what you're talking about. Honk. Honk honk." Gamzee kept honking like the dreaded honks of Skeeter from the earth show Doug. What's retarded about this is Tavros resembles that fag Doug in so many ways.
"Gamzee, they're uh, right behind you,,,,,,," Tavros tried to speak up but Gamzee wasn't really paying attention as he never did.
"Hey bro put this motherfucking shirt and these short on bro it's time to do what I came here to do. Honk," Gamzee threw a neon orange workout shirt and a pair of magenta hot pants at Tavros's face. Because Tavros could never say no he put them on and looked gayer than Richard Simmons and Tiny Tim watching Brokeback Mountain crying their hearts out when the film just started.
"Let's do this shit motherfuckerrrrrrrrrr"
Suddenly loud, obnoxious techno beats started playing as Gamzee began chanting, "NOW, WE ALL HAVE A DANCE WE WANT TO SHOW YOU!"
"uh we do?" tavros did not like the idea of this. Indecisive littl—
Gamzee started pumping his arms in the air shouting, "it's called YES! YES! YES! YES!"
Tavros copied everything easily because Gamzee had this weird influence on Tavros. And tavros was never able to say "no".
"Now, Tavros, honey, you're one of those trolls who can't remember motherfucking shit if you ain't got words. So I'm gonna give you some words to remember this by"
Tavros nodded as Gamzee shouted out, "It goes WORK! BEAT! FIERCE! SOUND! WORK, BEAT, FIERCE, SOUND! WORKBEATFIERCESOUND!"
Tavros tried his best to keep up In his wheelchair but Gamzee kept going as the short fuck was gasping for air dripping orange sweat like those Gatorade commercials.
"NOW TAVBRO! Let's do the fork in the garbage disposal! LET'S DO THE FORK IN THE GARBAGE DISPOSAL!"
Gamzee twirled around and wiggled his arms in the air as Tavros tried to do the same, his gasps of air becoming more shortened but he tried to keep going because his douche imaginary friend Rufio kept saying to.
"WHOA TAVBRO, HONEY, SLOW THE FUCK DOWN!"
Tavros just kept going. The guy was determined to do this dance correctly. Damn he just KEPT. DOING. IT.
"Tavbro, slow down! You're YESSING TOO HARD! SOMEONE CALL THE FIREMEN! SHE'S ON FIRE!"
Suddenly Tavros passed out in his chair and Gamzee began sobbing like the flamboyant boy he never really tried to hide.
"MY FRIEND JUST DIED FROM YESSING TOO HARD!"
Gamzee buried his face into his friend's shirt until he realized the only way to bring him back was to yes him to life. He was about to but the that douche Karkat Vantas launched a Terezi out of his Terezi cannon and shouted, "FUCKASSES, SHUT THE FUCK UP, I'M TRYING TO WATCH MY SOAPS!"