Quinn's legs were killing him. And belching up small slugs every couple minutes was not helping. On top of that, he was annoyed at all three of the girls, so he was in a pretty bad mood.

"Well, sir—" belch "—me and Eden went on a run, and we were on our way back to the castle when we saw Emmerson and Kinsay. And then—" slugs "—Eden cast a hex on Emmerson that made her shoot sardines out of her nose because she's mad at her for getting into a fight with Ashley—" burp "—Fox and calling her a mudblood. And then Emmerson started screaming and making a scene, and when Kinsay tried to help her she danced around the Finites so—" nasty "—I'm pretty sure she was doing it on purpose to get Eden in trouble with the Alliance." The end of his account was punctuated by an upchuck of more slugs.

"Now, can someone please make me stop dancing and burping up slugs?" Another belch, another volley of little squirmies.