The Alien Lunch.
He scooped up a handful of pastries with cream-filling. "I wouldn't do that," Dash warned him.
"Well, you're not me," Zak replied with a smile as he bit into the pastry.
His smile vanished as dozens of small, wiggly legs squirmed out from behind his teeth and scrambled across his lips.
"I'm glad I'm not you," Dash laughed.