"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooohoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" A normal being would have been ripped to shreds and scattered through multiple dimension. Their very soul would have been torn to pieces, making all forms of resurrection nearly impossible. There would be nothing let to salvage. As it was, Bob was sticking his head out the window, feeling the Void on his face. It took a lot of energy, however, and within moments he was back inside, panting, small beads of sweat glistenning on his brow, as he made himself some tea.