Touchy
Chris: *gives Faz a fish* Manners.
Faz: *looking at it hungrily and holds his hands out politely* Peaze?
Chris: Please. *hums*
Faz: Pllleaze!
Chris: Good boy. *gives him the fish*
Faz: *purrs and runs away into his little cave before tearing into it hungrily*
Max: Give him back! *on the other side of the river*
Chris: I didn't take him. *deadpans*
Max: .. Stop feeding him so he will come back!
Chris: Fuck off idiot. *goes back to fishing*
Max: It didn't work. *looks at Jerry*
Jerry: .. Well we tried.
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