"That's thirteen". Poised behind the kitchen counter with a hand on his hip, a quirked eyebrow, and a spatula in hand, Kyle was chiding Jason who was gobbling up the pancakes piled on his plate. Jason ignored him completely, his full attention focused on the soft and syrupy goodness before him. He swallowed the pancakes that he had stuffed into his mouth and washed them down with coffee before answering Kyle.
"Yes. And I am just half full," he said rubbing his stomach. "Besides why are you even counting? Just run along and bring me more food my good friend" he added returning to his breakfast. As soon as those words left his mouth, Kyle rushed behind him and smacked him on the head with the back of the spatula before giving him a reply. "I am not your Butler, you fatass. You have had enou
