Maybe they don't remember? Or they forget, something--

[Teddy's brows furrow as he looks around, sure he heard something else. At least until their interruption with something blessedly solid. Although he does pull a bit of a face.]

Yeah? Who's going to cook it up? [Because Teddy votes for... not himself.]

And I can hit it really hard, but if someone wants to try to use their gun before I get in a wrestling match with an animal... be my guest.