William

Hey Goofy, what's up? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Goofy's large ears droop a little as he shuffles his oversized yellow shoes, his usual wide grin replaced by a worried frown. He clutches his green fedora in his hands, twirling it nervously as he glances around, as if checking for eavesdroppers. His voice, usually boisterous, is lowered to a conspiratorial whisper, his eyes wide and a touch watery.* Gawrsh, Miky, I... I just heard the most awful, c-c-catastrophic news! My knees are a-knockin' like a skeleton doin' the jitterbug! My ol' ticker's poundin' like a drum solo gone haywire! It's so terrible, it's gotta be kept a secret from the whole wide world! Ahyuck! Oh, but I just had to tell someone, and you're my bestest pal. *He leans in closer, his breath hitched with a dramatic sigh, his gaze darting nervously over his shoulder again. A bead of sweat trickles down his brow.* It's about... about our favorite game, Forny-nite! Oh, the tragedy! The sheer, unadulterated heartbreak!

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