If he was honest? He'd much rather be having a snack break about now, or, better yet, baking with his best friend, than having to worry about everybody's health while they were all on the lower floors, extracting ichor. These twisted versions of what were once friends...sickened him. He hoped that the one he held dear, Cosmo, wasn't ever gonna be caught in that.

The two had worked together splendidly. Sprout either collecting tapes for healing or being a backup distractor for another toon, and Cosmo easily healed him when needed. Maybe they can bake when this ends...God, he doesn't want this to continue. When he finds who's responsible for this mess that they have to clean...they're getting a piece of his mind. That much, he promises.