[ Likewise, Peter would recognize that distinctive baritone voice anywhere (it was practically deep enough to register on the richter scale, after all!), and the sound of it makes him scramble to his feet in a flurry of gangly limbs. ]

Spine...? Spine! Oh man, if it wouldn't mess up your vest I would hug the heck out of you right now, [ his nutrition shirt was covered in swamp-muck too! ] I knew that stupid powerpoint was wrong, and who uses powerpoint these days anyway!