[Spike closes his eyes, turns his head slowly to face Therion properly, and lets his jaw hang agape. Oh, he did not.
Spike scrapes the peanut butter off his face with the pad of his thumb, moving immediately to deposit it back on his offender's own face. He hovers above his seat, leaning over in his attempt and threatening;]
Hold on, let's see if this doesn't make you taste better—!
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Spike scrapes the peanut butter off his face with the pad of his thumb, moving immediately to deposit it back on his offender's own face. He hovers above his seat, leaning over in his attempt and threatening;]
Hold on, let's see if this doesn't make you taste better—!