[Eventually - which is to say, after maybe half a minute - Robert grabs enough context from the miserable-looking Turtle to realize he really does want the washcloth again; he just is too ill to get it. As soon as this thought hits the scientist, he begins awkwardly trying to shimmy himself out from underneath Don.
This may or may not work particularly well, but once he manages to get free, he'll go grab the towel and run off to wet it again - probably leaving the Turtle unceremoniously sprawled on his shell on the couch.]
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This may or may not work particularly well, but once he manages to get free, he'll go grab the towel and run off to wet it again - probably leaving the Turtle unceremoniously sprawled on his shell on the couch.]