[Greg had already passed out on the chair while Casey searched for something to watch, drool soaking into the upholstery. The sound of voices, some fairly alarmed, jerked him out of it with a grunt.]
Huh? Whazappenin... [A few clueless blinks at the mass of slime trudging through the room]
...Leonard? Where've you--oh. Oh jeez. Are you--towels. I'll get you towels.
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Huh? Whazappenin... [A few clueless blinks at the mass of slime trudging through the room]
...Leonard? Where've you--oh. Oh jeez. Are you--towels. I'll get you towels.