"Come on dude, you know this shit's kinda long overdue." Shaking his head some, Dave pulled up his sylladex and glanced through it before holding up one hand and muttering a quick rhyme that ejected a pie and a magazine into it at high speed. He could throw the mag away, now that it was smeared with neon green.

"Made something on the off-chance you'd wander your ass on out here. Took me some trial and error working but I'm pretty sure it's...ok, no, it's not edible, I don't know why you ever thought it was, and I wouldn't touch the shit with a mile-long pole, but it's the ostensibly real deal." He put the sopor slime down between them, in front of him on the platform.