PORRIDGE: WHAT!?! HOW??
NOXXXY: I-I swear it just FLEW UP at me!

PORRIDGE: But that's-- NoxXxy! Stay conscious! Tell us anything you can!
NOXXXY: Urghx...

NOXXXY: Ugh... I feel... tired. And weak. Like, extra depresso.
PORRIDGE: A-anything else?
BUBBLEGUM: AH!

NOXXXY: It feels like..
NOXXXY: Like..

NOXXXY (NO LONGER TALKING IN L33T): ...I don't know. Getting kind of hard to form the right words.

PORRIDGE: GASP !?!
NOXXXY: What?

TWIRLS: You're sure it's safe?