As he finished off the last of his tray Barbas let out a loud nauseating belch, a chunk of the former grey patty launching out of his mouth and across the room. "You know it toots, but let my food settle first then we can talk about dessert." He said with a laugh. He then leaned back in his seat and placed his bare feet on the table, his clawed toes curling and uncurling as he stretched them. He placed his hands behind his head as he leaned back and eyed each of his fellow inmates.