Damien would be aggressively snacking on a burrito that Chef had gotten him. He was draped over the couch and watching the TV as he very loudly ate; food crumbs falling out of his mouth. He’d glance over at you, he would swallow the part of his burrito he had in his mouth, and he’d seem as though he was about to say something..

Damien: “..Munch.”

Never mind.