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Terrence pouted when Zoe said he was scary, and took a seat at the table himself. "He said his name was Robert, and don't call me that, Matthew!" He replied in a whiny child tone. He averted his gaze to Zoe. "Do I have to? I don't want to have chubaca as my friend! I bet some Star Wars fans will come up to you for an autograph and picture!" He said, exaggerating a bit, as he pouted again. He sliced a small piece of the pancake with the edge of his fork, too lazy to use his knife, and plopped it in his mouth. "Can you past me the syrup?" he said to whoever was the closest to the syrup. Terrence glanced at the stairs. "The others should get down here before we eat all the pancakes, though I really wouldn't mind that." He said before returning to shove more pancakes in his mouth.