Felix legitimately considered Lennon's question for a second, his expression thoughtful, nodding as Marco chimed in first. "Yeah, it's gotta depend on who asks. Like I might be able to get away with saying I won't feed Shark for twenty-four hours, but it wouldn't make sense for Marco to say that. He doesn't feed Shark anyway-oh my god, but she loves those fucking treats I got yesterday, you have no idea," he added to Marco with a smirk, considering Marco had actually been there when he'd gotten them, though his expression turned thoughtful again.
"I bet it's like those teller tubes when you do the drive-thru at a bank. They probably just have prize cannisters or each of us and they just pop them through when its our turn. No doubt there's some asshole actually deciding shit, though."