"What?" Adam asked, drawing his fingers back and looking at Mikey, aghast. "Did you just imply I'm planning on fornicating with a pie? Or did you just imply that you want me to?" His eyes were wide, and quite possibly horrified. Then he broke into a grin. "I am only involving pie in sex if you join me," he declared brightly, grinning at Mikey then reaching for a bowl of whipped cream to dump it on the pie. Then he stopped.
"Oh. Makes sense," Adam said, then continued in his quest for whipped cream. Then he stopped again. "Do I look like I'm wailing?" Mikey was losing his mind, and he was pretty sure his ears were ringing. "Is ringing of the ears a sign of a brain tumor?" he asked absently, liberally slopping whipped cream onto the pie.