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[faygot]

[The video starts a little shakily, not really focused on anything. Oh there is snow. Cold snow. And then someone's dark sleeve. It's an unfamiliar hoodie, but the troll wearing it is familiar. No mistaking those long horns poking through the special horn holes at the top. Seems like even Gamzee is smart enough to do some concessions to the cold

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[dependabull]

O-oh no!

Hold on, Gamzee. I will, um, come to your rescue!

[Somehow.]

[faygot]

Tabbro!

[yay, rescue. Well, not that he is too uncomfortable here. But it is hard to finish his snowlusus like this.]

You god ib, modherfugger.

[dependabull]

How do you, uh... How do you think I should, go about separating your tongue from that, iron fixture?

[Because the best person to ask is the one who got stuck in the first place.]

[faygot]

Ah guessh you should all like do go conbince dat iron brodher do led my fuggin' dongue go.

[dependabull]

...I'm not sure that, the pole is a living thing. Or that I could, commune with it even if it was.

It isn't a living thing, is it, Gamzee?

[faygot]

Ib haben't all said no shid yed, bud mebbe de fugger jush all be de quied dype.

[dependabull]

[...Right. No, he feels silly for even asking.]

I think I'll just... hurry over there, and, we can figure out what to do from, uh, that point. Because I should, probably take a closer look at the damage.

If, that's the proper term for it.

[faygot]

Okay. A'll waid for you here.

[because yes he is totally going to wander off with his tongue stuck to a iron pole.]

[dependabull]

[Such a good pal.

Tavros will hoof it to Gamzee's place (He's beginning to think he should live closer...) as fast as his metal legs will allow.

...He's not sure if the sight is more comical in person or not.]

I admit, I still - uh- don't know what to do at this point.

Because, I would rather not have your tongue ripped off. I'm pretty sure that, this would be a painful thing.

[faygot]

[But the closer he lives, the more chance there is he will catch sight of the horrifying spectacle of Gamzee hitting on Equius. And sloppy make-outs. Is he ready for that?]

Ah wike my dongue.

[Helpful as always.]

Me and de modherfugger go way back.

[dependabull]

[He doesn't want to laugh. Laughing at this would be terribly rude.

But this is a very difficult thing not to do right now.]

It's stuck because, it's cold, right? So... if we heat the pole up, then maybe it will let your tongue, uh, go.

[faygot]

[Go ahead. Laugh. This is Gamzee. His feelings are far from delicate.]

Woah, bro, I ain't all in the know on how this fuckin' shit all gets it functioning on.

[dependabull]

Yeah, I actually... wouldn't expect you to. So, it's okay.

Um, I don't suppose you know if, anyone else is coming along? Maybe, a human who's, uh, dealt with this before.

[Surely there had to be some humans who went sticking their tongues to cold poles, right?]