[ And he did. With only slight hesitation to confirm they said hit it.

And his brothers obvious confusion makes him grin as he scrubs the other potato down, watching from the corner of his eye as he goes about stabbing the potato with the fork. ]

It let's the potato vent air, otherwise it quite acts like a blocked engine on Mids ship.

[ He stops washing to briefly flick his fingers open with a boom noise. Joshua knows very well how Clive knows. Done washing the other potato, he holds it carefully in his right hand to stab it repeatedly with another fork. ]

Plus, it's a great anger outlet?