Emram looked over at Sunny, who now a a chocolate milk moustache. He giggled, and then stopped as Sunny glared at him.
"Where's the birthday girl?" he asked. Sunny, taking another long swig, shrugged, the movement causing some of the milk to pour down her chin. Emram hid his grin by turning to pick his helmet up, and studying it intently.
"Emram's Taxidermy, you snuff 'em, we stuff 'em!"