"Wait, woah, woah, okay, holy shit, what are you -- stop that!"

Goose was being drowned in snowballs. Totally drowned. Wario was right, too, about Goose's lack of padding and weak reaction to the cold. He was having a lot of difficulty handling it, and it was annoying the heck out of him.

He just sat there, unmoving and covered from head-to-toe in layers of snow.

Welp.

"... fuck you."