Shaking your head, you pointed at the bowl before you. "No, breakfast was the cereal you had your scouts steal for me. Breakfast is supposed to be a delicious, grand start to your day. Breakfast, at the very least, was bearable before. This... this is not breakfast. This is punishment. Is it because I fucked you too hard? Is it because I flipped you upside down and balanced you solely on your horn? Is it because I went anal? Because I shouted surprise before I did that, so you can't blame me. God knows you lubed me up well enough beforehand," you began to rant, jerking your finger at the bowl every time you asked a new question.