[ Because of the massive size on the dog, when Donny crouches and Metalhead comes within a foot of him, he becomes taller than the human in front of him. Some of his tenseness has gone now though, and he stretches his neck out to give the hand a sniff and even a very brief, experimental lick. ]

Oh. Well, good for you. [ As inconsiderate as she was being, she did actually seem to be a little relieved to hear that. If he was always a jumble of stutters and shyness then it was easier for her to trust he wasn't just intimidated by Metalhead. ]

Your fuckin'... future food machine thing. You know, with the blades and the container? [ For the life of her she couldn't remember what the hell it was called, but she was clearly expecting her shitty description and her hands poorly miming the shape of the blender to be enough. ] Yeah, that. He ate that when it was all vrrrrrr!! or whatever.