[Pokey squawks as he gets hit in the flat of the back, looking behind him to see his best friend. His face is somewhere between a massive smile and a snarl of anger.]
Jerkface! C'mon!
[He doesn't give a crap about this place or looking around. He gets that it's probably dangerous and at the moment as far as he is concerned investigating can wait. You need to come home now, and he's just going to try and grab you by the wrist.]
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Jerkface! C'mon!
[He doesn't give a crap about this place or looking around. He gets that it's probably dangerous and at the moment as far as he is concerned investigating can wait. You need to come home now, and he's just going to try and grab you by the wrist.]
We're going home! Now!