[ his grip in Ernesto's clothing becomes a little more demanding, a little more insistent, and his face is loooooming ever closer... ]

Mr. Tequila.

[ Ernesto. Dog Man. Bad Good boy. Friend. ]

If you do not feed me...? I will cry. I will sob my little heart out right here and now-- tears, snot, the entire incorrigible array of despair-- a despair you cannot even begin to imagine. Would you thrust such a fate on me, one of your nearest and dearest friends here in Godsblood...?

[ wow he rly said all of that with a straight face too, ]