Tessa looked up skeptically. "That is not something that I want
to hear in relation to my dinner."
Johnathan peered into the kitchen, where Napalm was doing very strange things that were possibly related to food preparation. "Um, hey, Tessa?"
"You ever seen Better Off Dead?"
"Okay. You remember the dinner where the food like, crawled off the plate?"
"Right. I'm ordering pizza."
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