Okaay. He could feel things moving in the bottom of the dish. That startled him a little, and he nearly pulled his head back out, but he really could not do that. He would lose then. And he really did not want to lose. Not that he was a sore loser. But losing was not good. And he wasn't getting his hair all mucky, to just lose. So he kept eating the pie, even with the things moving at the bottom. He would work out what they were in time. Until then he just needed to keep on chomping.

chomp chomp. Swallow. Swallow. He was so not eating any more after he had had this pie. He really would not ever want a pie again. But anyway. He still had to eat.

eat eat eat. He was not liking this feeling at all. He could feel stuff moving around. If it was something horrible he was really going to kill Dylan. But then he figured Dylan wouldn't want his awesome team to like die of being scared, so it must have been something nice.