Hey there, tomato, I knew you wouldn't let the team down.

I dare you to-- [Dramatic pause and evil gleeful beard stroking goes here] Feed someone a cherry. With only your mouth. Chop chop, hop to it, nobody over 30 or Ania will do that disappointed thing.

[Here tomato, have a cherry, only slightly used from an alcoholic cocktail that met its timely demise in Tony's hand.]