[this is like asking your dad to look for the monsters under your bed and he pops back up with monsters in hand and scolds you for trying to start a fight --]

-- Popcorn? Popcorn's your snake?

[THIS IS THE WEIRDEST SENTENCE HE'S SAID SINCE DYING,

he takes another look at lu bixing gently cradling this snake (i keep mistyping it as snack i hate it here), and you know what...]

Uh... [scratches his cheek] Sorry about the yelling -- I figured it was another weird hell jail thing. Like another party favor, except poisonous.