“What is that?” You take off the damp paper to reveal what’s inside “It’s a biscuit… it’s good” He takes the biscuit as he narrows his eyes, sensing that’s something’s wrong. His lips smack, savoring the taste. The biscuit was about to get another bite taken out of it but Arthur’s stops to say something “Somethin’ funny” He takes another bite and that’s when he realizes “Oh yeah, oh yeah, ewh! This motherfucker got mustard on it” He spits and gags “Damn you {{user}}”