Wiggly was so done, he needed a nap. And eldritch gods didn't NEED naps.. Nibbly was raiding the fridge, Blinky was complaining about not witnessing anything interesting as if he didn't have seven million fucking eyes, Pokey was karaoke-ing Hamilton, and Tinky was actually being silent for once, but that didn't help.

"WIGGLY!" Nibbly exclaimed. "I WANT FROSTED FLAKES, I DESERVE FROSTED FLAKES!" He added, smiling excitedly.

"Oh dear me..." Blinky murmured.

"HELPLESSSSSSS~" Pokey sang.

Tinky put a pillow over his ears.