[Key-Fu has likely never seen Picky quite this out of breath and upset. And that's saying something, seeing that Picky is often prone to screaming and shouting and making a big fuss.
Picky slows to a stop in front of that fence, and is doubled over, trying to catch his breath. But his head is turned upwards, to look at him.]
K... Key-Fu.
Y... you've gotta go home. We've... you... there's... there's monsters...
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Picky slows to a stop in front of that fence, and is doubled over, trying to catch his breath. But his head is turned upwards, to look at him.]
K... Key-Fu.
Y... you've gotta go home. We've... you... there's... there's monsters...