It's disgusting, even by Garrot's "regularly poking around in the body" sensibilities, when the monster just dissolves. Normal people, even the aberrantly sick, don't just assume a liquid form like that! And then there's the smell, that nasty, eggy smell on top of the strawberries and fish and the heat and the adrenaline that's causing it all to truly hit both Garrots' noses as soon as they drop their sludge-covered weapons. They're the companions' problems now.

"Ugh..." The grunt is about all either one can manage until they both retch, placing their hands at their knees and doubling over to the point where they almost knock their skulls together! But their eyes are both shut tight, and they're groaning as if a dog just let a nasty fart out a few feet from them.

"I think this is worse than yesterday's? It's... definitely the strawberries. Why do the guts smell like eggs?!" Garrot Classic coughs and groans, and suddenly Garrot Prime dissipates into golden-bronze glitterdust. With a single, deep exhale, the doctor seems much better... even though he was complaining over Terrence's incredibly valid point and that text message has gone totally ignored for now. After all, his friend is laying on the ground!

"Are you okay?!" He's closed the distance to his potentially-injured buddy, clear worry in his voice as he squats down, eyes turning teal to check for structural damage. "Sorry, I should've been more careful, I just haven't gotten close to any of the monsters yet..." What a worrywart, Garrot and his jeggings...