"Hey, Billy... I hope you're still hungry."
As Alex delivered those words with a wicked grin, he moved his hands so swiftly that Billy had no chance to react.
In the blink of an eye, Alex's right hand gripped the back of Billy's head, while the other covered his face, and in an instant, Billy found himself suspended in mid-air, his eyes widening in sheer shock.
In a blur, Alex leaped several meters towards the kitchen area where the staff served food while maintaining a vice-like grip on Billy.
When they touched down, Alex wasted no time and forcefully drove Billy's face into a nearby barrel filled with mashed potatoes.
With one hand firmly planted on the back of Billy's head, Alex vigorously smeared his face back and forth, making sure every square inch was thoroughly coated in the gooey mess.
There was no joy in Alex's actions; He couldn't find excitement or satisfaction in the act, as one might expect in a moment like this.
