"Hey kid." He called out for him. "Haven't seen you in a while- and it looks like something happened during that time." With that, Samuel plopped down beside Doopliss, offering him a juice box. There was no pressure for Doopliss to tell Sam. If he wanted to, that would work, but right now the announcer knew he needed the comfort.
Doopliss didn’t need to look up. He was very well aware of who that voice belonged to by now. Stupid gosh darned meddling Buncle Sam. It was really a wonder to Doop why this guy cared so much about him after he tried to getting him fired as a prank (still hilarious).
“So he called you over, huh slick? Shoulda figured the bird would ask you to come to the rescue. I suppose this is where you make me spill all my innermost feelings and the like to figure out why I’m so down? Well if you think that’s what’s gonna happen… Gimme that.” He snatched away the juice box and immediately started fiddling with the straw. If he was going to have to talk about his feelings, might as well do it in the lap of luxury.