Estella: Are you swallowing them whole? You’re eating them so fast, are they even touching your tongue?

Chica: [with mouth full] Yes.

Shara: Pizza isn't it? Hm. Doughy baked goodness made of sugar and fat? No thank you, I’ll stick with my jerkie.

Nior: So why did you come in here?

Shara: To socialize. And inform.

Mitchell: Oh pizza! I’m taking two slices so I can parcel them up and eat them at my leisure later on, much healthier.

Bonnie: You’re taking two?

Lua: Yeah, um, but one of them is for Freddie.

Mitchell: Yeah why don’t you send that to her in storage?

Lua: Um, I’m just gonna hand it to her right now.

Mitchell: Heh, okay, weirdo.

Nior: Why is that, why is that weird?

Mitchell: She said she was going to give it to him right now. [starts laughing]

Nior: [laughing] She’s probably going to, cause they talk with each other.

Mitchell: Yeah, they used to.

Nior: Freddie is working again.

Mitchell: Oh, can you imagine?

Nior: Oh no.

Mitchell: Uhhgh.

Nior: You don’t know.

Mitchell: I don’t know. What?

Nior: You should probably just meander back there; take a look. See if she’s, see if she’s back.

Mitchell: Hmmm, dare I? [laughs] You know what? I’m going to, for old time’s sake. [walks to Stage, standing in the dinning room] Great practical joke Nior, you got me to go to the Stage. [turns around and sees Freddie]

Freddie: Hi, Mitch-

Mitchell: NOOOO! GOD! No, God, please no! No! No! NOOO!