How was this happening? Hartley tried to figure out the trap, he didn't want to get caught in one again. He got pudding cups without really thinking about them, setting them down in front of Mick and then starting to eat his own. His stomach was definitely hurting now, he shouldn't eat more. He wasn't used to so much food at once, but who knew when he'd have the chance again? "Thank you," he finally said, "I don't mean to be impolite, but mostly people just want to fuck me or fuck me over."