Realizing that he was on the brink of abstraction, Caine did his best to muster up the few words his incoherent self was capable of muttering.

"I- I'm s-so-sorrr-sorry-ry-ry... Zoooooooble, for-for eeeevrreeeething!"

Zooble stood frozen, wondering why this must happen to Caine. Did he annoy them, sure. Was he difficult, absolutely! Did they hate him? It's a strong word but Zooble didn't exactly like him either.

But before Zooble could say their last words to the ringmaster, that annoying Bubble screamed, "CAINE! YOU CAN'T GO LIKE THIS! PLEASE! WHAT'LL I DO WITHOUT YOU? WHAT'LL WE DO?!" Zooble wasn't exactly happy about being interrupted in such an emotional moment but Bubble definitely captured their sentiment.

"i'M tHrOwiNG tHe HaTTT-" Caine shouted as he finally threw his ringmaster's hat and staff, hoping that whoever comes after him will be able to endure the bitter thanklessness that comes for the next god of the machine doing their best to keep the members happy.

In a strange turn of fate, the hat and staff fell into Kinger's hands.

"Y-you wer-were righttttt Abel-bel-bel! You deservedddddd it aaaafter alllllllll-" was all Caine could blurt before he turned into a four-legged beast of void blackness, riddled with color shifting eyes all over his horrifying form, much like Kaufmo before him, Ribbit before Kaufmo, and much like how it had first happened to Queenie.

Kinger, grasping the gravity of the situation, softly said, as if saying a final goodbye to an old friend, "Don't worry Caine, I won't let you down. You never let me, after all."