Whid
“Huuubert!” The sound came from the very bottom of the room.
“Stop whining, start working! I already have a full setup, Arthur!”
At the time of the magical activity, Arthur happened to be standing on the ground, which meant his snail-body ended up at the exact spot, a few steps away from his chair. It took at least half an hour to get to his desk, and now he had to consider climbing up on the leg of it.
“I can’t do this, Hubert! I think I have acrophobia.”
“Then stop having it! I’m not sure about you, but I definitely don’t want to end up as a frog for the rest of my life, so get yourself up to your computer and start typing or I won’t be so nice anymore!” Hubert was a real master of stressful situations, always ready to motivate.
“You are being mean,” muttered Arthur.
“What did you just say!?”
“That I’m on my way,” sighed our snail-protagonist, and started climbing. (Luckily for Arthur, frogs’ ears are insensitive to high-frequency whining, even when they are magical.)