[Without saying, Guzma's already trying to think of what region of his own world that description fits, then mentally kicks himself for it. Man, this really is going to be difficult, thinking about other worlds out there, other creatures... It's not an weird as it sounds, there's always Ultra Space, but haaah...Guzma would rather not think along those lines.]

Yeah I, uh...I was on the beach back home. [After getting trumped again by the cheeky brat.] But I know I didn't go out in the water, and sirens will warn if any big wave's coming... There ain't no way I'd suddenly wind up on another beach.

[He hums thoughtfully at Muffet's latter statement, not really having much to say on it. Guzma doesn't really want to think of the possibility he was thrust into another world again. Bad memories about the last time, though in all fairness...this place is a heck of a lot better than Ultra Space. Still, he seems uncomfortable with the subject, despite his efforts to remains neutral, if a bit grumpier than before.]