Meatwad had gone outside the mansion, and actually had poked at the Destiny. Did he really care about the one that had been put into his 'care' at the moment? Not really. He was more interested in poking at the Destiny. Then he heard Shinn yelling, and turned around. Rolling back in he stopped near the boy's head, peering down at him.
"You don't look so good." Was all Meatwad said.
"Damn right he don't look good. Fool, you need to get him that one pimp." Boxy replied from the desk, still only speaking to Meatwad.
Meatwad got a large smile on his face, "Oh yeah! What'd he say to do?" He thought for a moment, a meaty forearm tapping against his head as he tried to remember what the tall blonde man had told him to do if he ever ran into a problem. About this time, the little wad of hamburger bounced, and then began rolling to the stairs.
"Ash! Ash! Get down here quick! I think he's dying!" He called up the stairs as loud as his little voice would carry. Turning back around, he rolled back over to the other, placing a gentle 'hand' on the other's. "It'll be alright." He soothed, stroking up and down leaving chunks of meat in the path of his 'hand'. "Just don't go towards the light."