Whatever Kyle was going to say before had completely left his mind by now, replaced by a void with a giant dorky face on it. Now that that pesky brain of Kyle's had shut down, Damien would get to see his more. . . natural side.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait, whoa! So are you, like. . . the son of Satan or somethin'? Like. . . really? So. . . huh, wait, are you my uncle? 'Cause. . . like, even if so, I'll still totally do you."
This, Damien. This is the thing you're going to willingly put your penis in later. Why.