"Unlike you, I never tire of getting fucked-" he paused, thumbing over the menu a bit, distracted "- up."
There was a look of amusement on 4chan's face as he idly continued to prod at him. "You still haven't told me how you're doing. It doesn't look good, but you still haven't told me."
He breathed a little steam across the surface of his drink, and took a sip. It wasn't hot enough to make hi, recoil from the burn, but enough that he gave a soft hiss as the liquid washed over his tongue. "Ow, fuck." That was unpleasant, and made worse by the fact that his composure had slipped ever so slightly, bringing him back into the realm of perverted neckbeard 4chan, and he sighed, gently.