"You'll take these Hot Pockets from my cold, dead hands," he said. "I need my junk food to liiiiive! Do you know how many calories this dumb thing needs?" He knocked on his head with a fist, indicating both himself and the Walrider. At least he was in good humor about it today. Then again, not a whole lot could bring him down right now.
hot pockets have somehow become a joke across all my characters and idk what to do with this