Sun Mote Copse musical chairs is turning into an adult drinking game.

Bronco leaned his weight into Penn's side now that he had him pinned, regardless of his cousin's pleas. He was simply doing what Fennec requested that he do, and she came to sit next to him, so he grinned and chuckled, casting a sly glance down at Penn, daring him to try and writhe out from under him then. "Dude, exercise more," Was his remorseless chuckle, knowing that he outweighed Penn by enough to keep him still- especially with Fennec now also making demands of him. 

"If ya don't," He said, "I'm sure I got a good fart cookin' up that'll stick to your fur for weeks," He said. As though to emphasize the threat, he took in a breath and clenched his teeth, making it look as though he was trying to squeeze out some flatulance. "Aaaaand five, four, three, two..." He said, counting down to try and prompt Penn into action.