Hell, yeah, we're mates! [happily, and then he'll start producing eggs from his pocket, setting out three for Equius, all rather elaborately and painstakingly hand-painted. Gamzee is not the world's greatest artist, but he's not bad, either, and tiny unicorns dance across one egg, centaurs another, and horses in a dozen different colors adorn the third] That ain't your present, though, hang on ...

[And the random digging through his pockets begins again.]