Buttery fingers galore, Barnon is kicked back in his seat, the large holo-screen leaning several feet from the wall, its mechanical arm holding it for the best possible angle. Ripping through a pack of Rock-O-Pops Extra-Buttery Buttered Popcorn, Barnons got a Burrito warming up in the Macrowave. Slower then a microwave, but actually warmed all sides of the fucking thing, including the inside. 