The sound of the toaster lever being slammed down brought the focus back to Faris. “Hungry, are ya?” Balor inquired, opening up his bag of supplies. Faris’ face screwed up in disgust. “Like I’d ever eat this shit. This is for my Firefly. As you will soon see, she’s become quite... ferocious. Bette told me in the kitchen that she suffers from hanger. A disease easily cured by snacking.” “Gonna... kick... his cute ass...” Goldie panted. Sloane ran a hand down his face and groaned. Faris narrowed his eyes at Sloane, and I took that as my cue to intervene.
