[the insults were fine; exactly the kind of rapport he was used to with cliff. the cut off sentence and cursing? that sends a fresh wave of fear into him. he pauses for a moment, wide eyed as he watches the dirt level lower, abruptly realizing what prompted the cussing.]
Cliff!? [this dirt isn't moving quick enough, dammit! but it's lower, it's closer, and oscar thinks they can do this. that doesn't mean he's stopping, that just means he's shoveling harder, trying to carve out the center. ]
Come on, tell me you're okay down there?! I'm working on it!
oscar would neveeeer make him do that
Cliff!? [this dirt isn't moving quick enough, dammit! but it's lower, it's closer, and oscar thinks they can do this. that doesn't mean he's stopping, that just means he's shoveling harder, trying to carve out the center. ]
Come on, tell me you're okay down there?! I'm working on it!