He half considered pulling the "voicemail" trick, having realized it was Fethry right off the bat, if only he hadn't said Fraggle. An eyeroll and a silent, 'What are you doing now?' to the heavens.

"Is he pink?" At the jumbled answer he really should've expected, he cut him off. "Is his hair pink?" An affirmative. "It's Gobo." Of course it was. "How bad does he look?" As he partly listened to Fethry, he was already walking toward the front door, waving for the car to be brought around. "Mmh. Where are you? ... Alright. Stay there with him, I'll be there in a moment."

And he hung up.