I have been worried sick! How did I know you weren't smothered by a Grimer or blown up by a Voltorb or-or eaten by a Cramorant!
[One has to wonder what kind of nightmare fuel, giant Cramorants he thinks are out there... But that's not the point. Nor, for that matter, is making Gobo feel bad. He's not looking to shame his friend, he's just been so stressed and now he can finally expel all that nervous energy he's only just barely been holding in.
Now that he's done so, he sighs and pinches a spot low on the bridge of his nose. The effect is his voice sounding nasal on top of the usual odd quality.]
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I have been worried sick! How did I know you weren't smothered by a Grimer or blown up by a Voltorb or-or eaten by a Cramorant!
[One has to wonder what kind of nightmare fuel, giant Cramorants he thinks are out there... But that's not the point. Nor, for that matter, is making Gobo feel bad. He's not looking to shame his friend, he's just been so stressed and now he can finally expel all that nervous energy he's only just barely been holding in.
Now that he's done so, he sighs and pinches a spot low on the bridge of his nose. The effect is his voice sounding nasal on top of the usual odd quality.]
But you're okay, right? Where are you now?