Oh boy. The tar began to cool and thus began to congeal, thickly snagging against the hairs of his already scruffy coat. He didn't really pay it much mind, though; it appeared that he was fully prepared to drown himself in even more tar if it meant having fun with his brother. He squeaks as a formed tar-glob flies past his blind side, and he feels the strange warmth of the stuff sticking onto his chest. He's struggling to move now- he sluggishly and awkwardly half-hobbles towards the tear yet again, forming a coagulated pile of tar that he then aims to throw at Ghoul's chest. "It's about time you had matching spots like me!"
