Amazing. Like, sometimes he'd fuckin' take me racing. Only if I were on top of his pan though so I could hold myself onto the motherfucker's horns. You know, he done could fuckin' all get fuckin' out-swimming a skywhale if he were wanting to.

[Gamzee's face turns soft and pleased as he talks about his lusus.]

But usually, we'd just go drifting. I'd get all up on the motherfuckin' chillest spot on his back where it were all soft and we'd just up and drift on the fuckin' currents that were.