Hellboy looks over at the voice, pinning him with a narrow squint. Then his whole craggy rock-slide of a face clears. He points at the little green kid with a single stone finger.

"See? Right? This is what I'm talkin' about. You can't have unlimited pancakes without syrup, it's.. it's just wrong." Hellboy thumps his right fist onto the tabletop beside his plate to emphasise his point, making the entire thing jump and rattle.