You look like a perfect fit for a magician. Are you interested in becoming a magician?

1. Oh, you must have confused me with someone. Today, I am here to ask you some questions.
2. Not really.

Questions? What questions do you have?

1. I have a question about this one. (Shows Bob's Snail Shell)
2. Why do you always fly?
3. Do you like heights?

Sure, I'd be glad to look at. *wrinkles on his forehead folds*

Let me see... I should get my glasses first. Give me a second.

Oh ok. If you don't want me to, I won't.

Isn't this! Bob? Bob! Are you ok?

1. Bob is doing fine. He's just inside his shell.

Don't you say that! You hurt him, didn't you? I can see he got new scratches all over on him. It's not fatal but...

1. I did have to hit him a few times to make him go into his shell. If I only knew Bob Snale was indeed a snail, I might have done things differently.

I forgive you. We always hunt monsters for money, for clothing, for strength, all for the survival in this world. I wouldn't be surprise if you have mistaken Bob as ordinary snails. Poor animal...

1. So what's up with Bob? What do you know about him?

Bob is one of my oldest and dearest friends. I've seen him since I was little child so he is probably just as old as I am. We talked a lot. Subjects of those chats were mostly about this universe and our purpose of life. We've shared a great deal of thoughts until one day; he decided to pursue ascetic life with solitude. It's been a while since then. I didn't know I would see him like this though.

1. Ah... I see. I was wondering, if by any chance, would you know how I could talk him to come out from his shell?

I don't know. I would think Bob is very mad at you at this moment. Maybe you can ease his mind if you comfort him somehow. I wouldn't really know how to about that though.

I wish you good luck. When he does get out, tell him my regards!