Click!

Click, click!

"Oh, wowee!" Click!

Click, click, click, click, cli- "Do yous minds? We ams tryings to figures out de next parts for de recordings."

"Yeah dood, it's gettin' pretty fuckin' annoyin'. Yer drivin' us fuckin' crazy with all that clicking and fuckin'...gigglin' and shit!"

"Sorry, I's just a little estatsticals abouts my cool new camera. Checks it out!" Toki holds it up and snaps another photo. Pickles' mouth is wide open as if he just got goosed, and Skwisgaar is in both mid-blink and mid-speak: a perfect candid in Toki's eyes.

"Gets out of here if you ams goings to just fucks around! We gots real things with whats we gots to deals with!"

"Ahctually, lemme see that, Toki. Hand it over, c'mahn." Pickles motions with his hand for the rhythm guitarist to toss it to him, but instead he carefully places it in his palms as if it were made of pure glass.

"Dere we go. Awright, Skwisgaar. Y'wanna do the honors?"

"Ja, gives to me dat thing there." Pickles obliges, and in the blink of an eye, Skwisgaar gets up from his seat and throws it as far as he can down the hallway.

The horrified expression Toki makes before chasing after his most likely now-broken prized possession makes Skwisgaar smirk and causes Pickles to laugh so hard he actually snorts.