Least they ain't lookin' all like a bunch of motherfuckin' hungry little shits.

[He was really, really trying his best not to book it for the jungle gym. Losing a little bit of flesh was a small price to pay to be able to slide down some slides, man.]

[Instead of dissolving into a complete wiggler, however, he quirked a brow at the group of fast-moving shadows.]

The fuck's the point of this joint? How we gonna blow the fuck outta this popcorn stand, eh?