"Yesh it'sh nashty, an' no it doeshn't tashte good, at all, an' no I don't like it. Like at all. But when thish shtuff driesh it's prolly better than the besht super glue for holding the arrowhead in plache." Rarity grimaced as he talked with his mouth full, and couldn't bear to watch as he'd tear a few strands away from his mouth, only to put them back in, his cheek rolling around like a cow chewing on its cud. 