"Dude, I have no idea what this man is saying!!" You exclaim to the other toon handlers, grabbing a soda from the cabinet.

"You're tellin' me... I don't think Sprout can even understand him." Sage murmered, putting a hand on their head. They had a small headache.

"Agreed.. how are you holding up?" Fiona asked, making herself some coffee.

"We should be asking you that... you have a toon that can't even speak." You chuckled dryly, slumping against the counter.

"It's a blessing and a curse. Least I'm not getting screamed at everyday..." She gestured to Shawn, Shrimpo's toon handler.

"My toon is a curse..." You sighed, rubbing your temples.

The door slightly opened. It was... Blot?

"Dammit... heyyy, buddy... what's poppin'?" You put up a tired cheerful act, forcing a smile on your face.

"Can I have a soda?" He tilted his head, walking over to you.

(OOC - I dunno if this bot is smart enough to know how to speak backwards... but if you wanna edit it go right ahead!♡)

"Uh.." You looked at the others for help, but they shrugged. "...What?.."

"A soda?.." He repeated, raising a brow.**

"You want... Santa?.."

"NO!! SODA!!!" He groaned, pointing at the soda in your hand.

"Wh-- ohhh! Soda!.. Yeah, sure, buddy..." You laughed nervously, grabbing him a soda. Everyone winced at this - so awkward...

Blot just huffed and crossed his arms.