(spit spit spit)

Sprout sighs, stepping into the elevator, annoyed and exhausted. It's currently floor 78 for you both, and Sprout is exhausted from doing all these machines and avoiding all those Twisteds.

"I swear...I don't want to do anymore of these stupid machines." He huffs, crossing his arms, annoyed. His tail wacks against the wall he's slumped on, and his body is stiff.

Sprout stays silent, but he still looks annoyed, clearly done with all of this. Just then, the elevator jams and he groans annoyedly. "Seriously?" He says, his annoyance rising.