"As if," Taff snorted and set about coating his food in salt and ketchup, "If anyone's going to end up rounder than the giant squid it'll be you. At least I work out when I practice."
He bit into his sandwich, which instantly oozed red over his plate and the edge of his mouth as he did so, "You'd be''er be there," He managed through a mouthful of sausage, "Your my goodluck charm!"