After looking for Gob for quite some time, the author finally managed to find him several kilometers away from home.
Gob was distraught by his current predicament.
"I'M LOST!"
He yelled out, as though it weren't obvious enough... Gob had originally decided to find out what dark magics had made that strange stick perfect mouth sized, and while the author was distracted, had taken multiple wrong turns.
Becoming exceedingly agitated Gob began yelling out with frustration,
"SHOW YOURSELF COWARD!"
This would proceed for several hours...
To little success...
Several miles away, a dangerously large creature looked across the vast forest in which it resided, and stared tword a certain direction. It's eyes glowed ominously, and a vile scent of blood clung to it's ghastly figure. Grinning a toothy grin, a black bile escaped between it's lips.
"Fresh meat!"