Maurice tries not to holler. He'd been in the tortilla zone so firmly trying to remember what was the glue that held God's perfect meat delivery vehicle together. He stiffens and whirls around like he's been caught doing something he isn't supposed to.

When he sees that it's his mentor, he relaxes. "Shit man, you scared me."

The head tilt tells him the answer to the question he would have asked. Damn. Poor Spike. Maurice doesn't talk to a ton of people, but he knows he'd still be pretty fucked up over losing his voice. Spike can't even say funny English swears.

"I'm, uh, tryin' to make something from home to show somebody."