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Gamzee: Glorious evening, my most solid brother!
Dave: Why are you in Dirk’s house?
Gamzee: Can’t a motherfucker drop by for a visit?
Dave: Visits don’t involve b’n’e, dude.
Gamzee: That hurts, dawg! I ain’t up to any of that kinky shit here.
Dave: What.
Gamzee: I just came to see how another redeemed brother was doing, but it looks like he’s not with us.
*As Gamzee shrugs, Dave sees he’s holding a crumpled and smeared piece of paper in his hand*
Dave: Wait, what’s that?
Gamzee: What’s what?
Dave: That paper in your hands??
*Gamzee looks at his hand, apparently shocked to find he is, indeed, holding a piece of paper*
Gamzee: I motherfucking forgot! This is for you.
*He holds it out to Dave, who takes it gingerly*
Dave: Dude, half of this is coated in your weird grease paint. God, what the hell does this even say?
*Dave begins to read*
Dave: “Dear Dave, How lame is that? Prescribing to the social conventions that compel me to call you ‘dear’ at the start. But I digress.”
Dave/Dirk: “The choice has been made, so my fate is sealed.”
*Slowly fade out Dave/Gamzee*
*Fade in Dirk gathering what he needs and walking out the door*
Dave/Dirk: “I can’t believe I’m proving Roxy right for every time she called me a dramatic bitch.”
Dave: Dirk!
*Dave bolts to the door off stage*
*That side of the stage lights up to show a spiral staircase that Dirk is walking toward*