If Romeo didn't remember Reno likening Rude's rear end to the heat coils inside of a toaster, all the better, perhaps.

"You figure? They're just little... nonsense whatevers, anyhow, yoto. Kinda like filler. Rolls off the tongue though, don't it?" He was going to take a moment to feel somewhat pleased with himself, now. Just because he could. "Wouldn't really call it poetic, though."