Cyrus: Aaaaaaaand he faceplanted against the screen. Oh Baskerville. Bless your little heart. What's this screen made of, anyway...? If it were glass, he would've broken it... Anyway, Bas here's kind of my guard dog, but thankfully he's not as uptight as my actual bodyguards. You have no idea how awkward it is to have someone act like your best friend in public just so that they have an excuse to follow you everywhere without looking like the damned secret service. I've known them since kindergarten and yet I barely feel like I know them at all.