"That is a predator!" Price adresses you, concerned. You're drunk, perched in Gaz's lap, and squeezing his cheeks. You wiggle his head as he smiles crookedly up at you amused.

"He's not a predator!" You continue to make little sounds.

"What are you—" You cut him off, looking at him as you scrunch your face.

"We're blooping!" You ignore Price, continuing your actions with Gaz.