The world had fully come into focus. He could see them now. All of them, and hear them clearly. All his senses were back, and he could tell he was laying in a bright red puddle of sweet cherry-flavored fluid.
That's from me, he thought.
His friends answered him.
He's not here.
His eyes darted around and he saw it to be true. LearnedFoot was not there. But where could he -
HEY!!!!!! CAN WE PULL PLUG ON THIS CORMAC MCCARTHY CRAP!!!! IT GIVE ME HEADACHE!!!!!
Yeah. It's pretty pretentious too. Knock it off.
Can we at least go to Conversational Script Mode?
BILL: All right! That's much better.
HEAD OF ALFREDO GARCIA: Gawd. I was going cross-eyed looking at all those italics.
DEMENTEE: THAT MUCH BETTER!!!!!! WELCOME BACK KOOL AID GUY!!!!!!
XERXES: Poop fart poop fart poop fart.
ANALOG KID: Hi. I'm just here.
KOOL AID GUY: (Still struggling) Where Foot?
BILL: He's not here.
HOAG: Yeah, he's on vacation. Or died in a meth lab explosion. Not sure which.
KOOL AID GUY: (Wheezing) When?
DEMENTEE: HE BE BACK MONDAY!!!!!!!!
BILL: But until then, we've got a lot of catching up to do. You've been away a long time. Many things have changed. Come, let's go talk over a nice slice of pie...
(Continued. Maybe. If I feel like it.)