Bags? Uh, if that's what he wanted to call it. Kind of gave between a sheets a vaguely... hobo-esque feeling. Whatever, that was totally his slang to work with. Or butcher. Whichever. "Couldn't choose? God, this sounds like bad reality television." Was Flava Flav hiding behind a curtain somewhere? Keep it away. Get the moldy teeth elsewhere. "King's way cooler than 'Sir', though, I can totally see where you'd be getting at."

'Shenanigans' sounded kind of pervy and sex-related. ...Yes, mentioning litters and crap, it was. Filthy... cross-breeding. Whatever he was doing. It was gross, Sasan knew that. "I don't know," Sasan mumbled skeptically, eyebrow quirked. "You know, either way, one part's going to be a little... small for the other. Don't you think?"