Willie stumbled a little backwards and glared up at the boy. "I ain't go no problem, mate! What'th got yer knickerth in a twitht, EH?!" He asked him, and then quite childishly stuck his tongue out at him. "And NO! Ye ain't gotta get a prefether, I'm alright. Ye jutht... ye don't touch me or I'll bitechu!"

Then a voice came over him and he looked over to see that a girl spoke to the lug. He furrowed his brows and crossed his arms, watching them.

His eyes widened slightly at the pudding that was put out for him, so without hesitation, he grabbed the pudding and ate it as fast as he could. Feeling the sugar kick in his system, his left eye started to give a slightly twitch. "Me hea--head--HEAD. Hit. I hit. HEAD." He giggled, pointing at where he hit his head. "Can I ha--have MOOOOORE? Moore! MORE PUDDING PLEASE."