Finn turns on Jermiane, anger flashing hot.

"Don't call me "Finny", Jermaine, I'm not a dumb. Baby!"

Turning again, he bangs his knee against the coffee table, sending the tea over with a loud clatter and a startling pain. He grabs his knee, breathing in sharply, fighting back the big baby tears that were incoming.

"Son of a blee-blob-"