There was a quiet comfort to the room when Shawn entered. A sense that he was returning to a more comfortable, less chaotic environment. Mr. Clayton obviously must have climbed out of his case because he was waiting at the familiar chair when Shawn practiced in front of the mirror.
The Puppet was sitting erect, as if waiting for Shawn to sit down and prop him up on Shawn's own knee, perhaps to start a practice session. Who knows? Maybe Mr. Clayton would suggest sound substitution or how to work on troublesome letters when speaking.
"I heard it all bub." Mr. Clayton said in a high-pitched, but somehow somber voice.
"It's not good news. It's not good news." He said as Shawn shut the door to his room, the 'click' of the door, sealing Shawn off from the cruel world and leaving him alone in the world of his G.I. Joes and with Mr. Clayton.
"The Old Man told you they were splits, right? I saw it coming. I didn't want to tell you about it though. Yuck-ahhh, Yuck-ahhhh." Though Mr. Clayton ended this sentence with his traditional phrase, the sound 'Yucka' was drawn out and sour to express how Mr. Clayton was disappointed and perhaps disgusted by the turn of events.
"Splits-ville. I've seen it all before." Mr. Clayton said with distant, philosophical tone.
"A real shame." He consoled Shawn.
"I'm sorry about that bub. I really am." he finished, adding his condolences.