[now white as ghost, leaves the other room, sneezes and gets mucus all over his hands, wipes it on the wall, leaving a trail as he heads to the bathroom; looks at his reflection] You don't look so good.
Well, you're no prize either.
What'd you say, buddy? Whoa... I feel dizzy.
You gotta get oxygenated. Deep breath. Deep breath. Not throughout your mouth, mouth-breather. Throughout your nose.
But I don't care to have no nose.
Sure you do. [makes a trumpet-like-nose and plays lively jazz music along with other different-colored Bloos]
[wiping his eyes and looks at his reflection, normally, as the music stops] I think I'm delirious.
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