[ Wirt didn't move fast enough to cover his mouth, and so he got a good lungful of the gas. He coughs and sputters for a minute, before becoming transfixed by the floor. Was it changing colors? Or--oh god it just became bees. Hershel's voice snaps him back to focus, and he turns to his afro-totting buddy. ]
Y-Yeah, I'm fine.
[ He squints at Hershel. Or, more specifically, his afro. It was wiggling around, and Wirt is pretty sure it's not supposed to do that. Is it trying to eat Hershel's face or something? ]
This room is, uh, pretty weird though. Everything's--wow, yeah.
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Y-Yeah, I'm fine.
[ He squints at Hershel. Or, more specifically, his afro. It was wiggling around, and Wirt is pretty sure it's not supposed to do that. Is it trying to eat Hershel's face or something? ]
This room is, uh, pretty weird though. Everything's--wow, yeah.