When Ghazghkull had first materialized, Joxter had been crouched in a corner, waiting for the taller bi-peds to settle down, and hopefully not blow any black holes in the walls. He'd been lucky enough to find that he still had a few apples in his pockets and was munching on one, contentedly.

He blatantly ignored the eyes of his childhood friends boring holes into his soul from the portrait across the room, because he didn't think he had the energy. In fact, he was nearly about to call out to that Alfonzo human that he wouldn't mind taking a nap with him.

"WAAAAGH!" [i]BOOM, BOOM, BOOM.[/i]

That roused him from his thoughts a bit. He gazed upward, genuinely confused. 

Then proceeded to watch the exchange that took place between the shapeshifter and the monstrous beast with growing amusement. This was great. This is what he lived for. [i]These little moments.[/i] 

When the ork fired at the ceiling again in an excited, puppy-like rage, the Joxter lost it. He didn't even care if Ghazghkull blew a hole in the ceiling and inadvertently killed them all, this was the best way to die he could think of.

"Oh--[i]oh[/i]--you're a [i]special[/i] snowflake, aren't you?" He managed to choke out from under apple slices and peals of laughter.