*stares incredulously down at his piece of pie (eru, it's a thing of beauty)* *all sharp edges* Yeah. I'm gonna need you to toddle on back to the kitchen and fix my fucking order. I didn't order any fucking whipped cream.
*looks across at Ecthelion's food* And he didn't order an iced tea. *(not that he actually cares what Ecthelion ordered—this is just one more way in which people like you screw up his life)*