[Shh, he wasn't scared again by Tavros' sudden outcry or anything. He just jumped a little because he wanted to! There were suddenly hands in his face that weren't his own and he had to remember for a second that he had someone else perched on his back because the last time he checked, he hadn't magically sprouted arms from his shoulders.]

[...But that would be really, really fucking wicked! Oh, man. Wait, fuck, he was doing something, here. With pies. Yeah.]

Oh. Sorry, motherfucker. Pretty sure every brother and bitch in here be touchin' all up on every other motherfucker at least what's at once in their fuckin' time all in this joint, though. What's the big fuckin' deal at in gettin' a bro's fingers in a piece of miracle pastry, huh?