“Oh shit, it’s BB Sun. He kinda looks like God.” The Thraxxhouse teammate stews the clique’s stoner pot with a singular type of understated humor and swag. Gimmie is full of shrouded threats that lull you to within an inch of sleep, but then, with just the slightest pinprick, keep you hovering above slumber so there’s just enough time to see BB Sun slip out the window with all your stuff, laughing the entire time.