Porthos took a mighty sip, smacked his lips, and then smacked his hand to his forehead.

"Ow! Not nice, milkshake. Amped on drinking and it maxed out my brain." He rubbed his forehead with the heel of his palm until his brain freeze dissipated. "Off the Richter, dude."

He gave a thumbs up before settling back on the couch. Porthos took a more cautious sip this time. "Soul Calibur IV."