As a powerful voice could be heard, the young goblin children all focused their attention on Mr. Goblin; well, at least a portion, as they still munched on mushroom from time to time. Staring at this massive goblin, in awe the small goblin children were enraptured in thought. Among the bumbling mess of over 40 goblins, as if instinct, they were feeling trust and security from the larger goblin. It was nigh inexplicable, not so different from Mr. Goblin's attempted cave escape. The feelings of the goblins were.... somehow felt by Mr. Goblin. In a semi sixth sense sort of way, he felt attached to the ghosts. "Why is food friend?" thought Mr. Goblin, as if attempting to ask his brain itself. Again, goblins are dumb.
As he watched the ghosts closely, Mr. Goblin quickly stepped into his smaller rock room and saw only a single ghost. For some reason no ghosts could spawn from the rock in this room. As he had less pressure from a single pair of eyes compared to many, he observed this ghost more carefully. Again, came the feeling of familiarity, but this was not the focus of his attentions. This ghost was the same color as his first snack. Its outer layer a rocky texture, with a much larger size as compared to the outside goblins. It was undoubtedly as similar more towards his first snack. He felt he needed to say these words to his first snack. (Mr. Goblin is pretty dumb) "KREEEEEEEEEEEE!" This was the closest Mr. Goblin could think of as a condolence to his family member which he ate. (Okay scratch that Mr. Goblin is a total dummy poopy face)
As the grey goblin turned towards this large goblin, he thought about this Goblin's words. The only logical translation would have to be, "Get out of my rock." or so the ash goblin thought. So as all smart goblins due when facing the big green, he chose to play nice. He exited the small cave from whence he was born, and began munching shrooms. As Mr. Goblin was left to his own, very confused thoughts, he decided as all goblins do, nap.