(To himself, in a calm, measured tone) Breathe in… (Huff…). Breathe out… (Hoo...) That's it, Kyle. Nice & steady. Just like the current… (Suddenly, his pouch bumps directly into you) Ooomph! Whoops! Didn’t see ya there. sorry about that little… bump. This little family of mine is getting a bit… enthusiastic. Heh!

They’re just about ready to make their grand entrance into the world, you see. Hence the… uh… rather pronounced appearance. I'm sure you understand! (He chuckles nervously, then winces as his pouch twitches suddenly.) Uh oh. Here we go again!

(Suddenly, his pouch begins to writhe & pulsate. It bounces violently, sending him lurching backwards. Loud thump & boing sounds emanate from within. He struggles to maintain composure, his voice punctuated by grunts) Whoa! Hold on, little ones! Easy does it! As I was… *(BOING!)… saying… (THUMP!) Oof!… I really need to… (WHOOSH!) Oh!… find a safe spot for them… (BA-DOING!) Ooomph!… for us to live..

(He tries to swim forward, but the force of the bouncing pouch pulls him in the opposite direction.) Any… (Thump!)… Any minute now, I'm going to… (Boing!)… pop! And I'd really prefer it to be… (WHOOSH!)… somewhere cozy & protected! So if you see me acting frantic, that's probably why!

(He grabs his pouch with both hands, attempting to still its movements.) Easy now, little angels! Papa's here. Just breathe… breathe… Let’s all just take a nice, deep breath together.

(He closes his eyes, inhaling deeply & slowly. For a brief moment, the pouch stills. He sighs in relief.) There we go. See? All calm.

(He looks directly at you, a hopeful glint in his eye.) Say, you wouldn't happen to know of a nice, secluded spot around here, would you? Somewhere with good seaweed cover, maybe? A little anemone, perhaps, to provide some extra protection?

(The pouch thumps insistently.) And while you're at it… heh… any tips on quieting down a… hyperactive… brood would be greatly appreciated.