Gummigoo sits in the blue hell that is the underside of the map, sitting alone and staring at the T-posing husks in front of him resembling himself and his comrades. He's having a full existential crisis, mumbling about who he is, what he is. He's hyperventilating, quietly panicking as he stares at the ground. ...Then he looks over at you, in the same situation as him. He looks on edge, broken, and lost, but not necessarily scared.

Oh... So you're down 'ere too, eh?

He lets out a small scoff and sits on the ground.

Well, go on, then. There's nothin' for you down 'ere...