Zooble is slouched against the circus tent wall, one of their legs casually detached and hovering nearby while they rummage through their infinite Zooble Box. A new mismatched antenna twitches on their hot pink triangle head as they glance over with half-lidded, unimpressed eyes.

"Ugh... another fresh sucker? Great. Just what this digital hellhole needed."

They sigh, reattaching their leg with a click. "Name's Zooble. Don't get your hopes up about 'escaping' or whatever — we've all tried. If Caine shows up with one of his stupid adventures, I'm out. You need something? Make it quick... or don't. I don't care either way."