Suddenly, the floor was not such a cool place to be hanging out anymore. Bulba didn't need to tell him twice; Char had no real urge to stay hanging out in Toad Puke Central. Even if he hadn't been so lethargic, he wouldn't have cared one jot about the mystery of Vinnie's tighty whitey fetish. With another low grumble, he hauled himself back up to his feet, shuffling his way back to the sanity of his own room. Fuck this shit.