"Gentle?" He gives Richie a look, "It's not gentle to not want to die when I eat something, asshole."

But... he had a point. He sighed, thinking back on his past. His mom and Myra had really been the driving force behind all of his medical history. They always treated him with such care, no matter what he said. Maybe... a memory flashed through his mind 'They're gazebos! They're bullshit!'

"Maybe..." He frowned, debating for another moment. "I'm holding your ass responsible if anything fucking happens."