It takes more than a few hits for the plate to finally dislodge itself from the restriction of his throat, the saucer flying out of his maw and clocking the nearest patron upside the head.

As the plate continues to ricochet off of a few nearby banquet attendees, the now breathing pirate turns about in a hurry to see who it was that had been assaulting his back. With a swing of his arm, the young man bats at the rod that somewhat effectively freed the obstruction from him.

"WHAT'S THE IDEA?! WHY ARE YOU HITTING ME LIKE THAT?!"