You say that like I would ever insult a cartoon, ever.
[Billy tilts his head until it bumps up against Teddy's neck, starting up the machine. It starts to whir and heat up, melting the butter and spinning the kernels. Before long it'll smell like a real movie theater.]
[losing all hope was freedom]
[Billy tilts his head until it bumps up against Teddy's neck, starting up the machine. It starts to whir and heat up, melting the butter and spinning the kernels. Before long it'll smell like a real movie theater.]