Goob stood quietly in the corner of the large elevator with the other toons. He didn’t have his usual cheery and huggable demeanor, looking slightly crazed.

The toons have been telling, or forcing him to distract the dangerous Twisteds, not letting him extract ichor into the four machines on that floor as they go down.

—“They won’t stop forcing me to distract those stupid Twisteds…”

He said to himself, giggling quietly and manically. He has had ENOUGH.