AH: You be quite, you, you Grimace killer! He never harmed anyone! ((Sniffle))

DM: ((Blank stare))

BS: ((Whispering)) Shouldn't we say something?

HE: ((Whispers)) Like what? I'm not the psychotherapist. I could pull her teeth out, but I don't think that would help.

DM: Gee, I'm sorry Amanda.

The Goddess (GC) appears with a purple and green special effects cloud.

GC: ((Holding a banana)) Whaaattt'sss uuupppp. Kiiiiddddsss? ((Hiccup))

BS, HE, DM: ((Blank stare))

AH: ((Sniffle)) ((Blank stare))

GC: Whoooopppsss. Got it wrroonngg. Waittt a sseecc... Lett mee tthhiinnkkkk tthhiiss oooouuttt...

BS: Is the Goddess...

HE: I think so. I don't believe it.

DM: I got a bad feeling about this, guys.

GC: Whaatt'ss uupp, Dooooccc? ((Guffaw)) Get ittt? I'mmm Buuggss Buunnnyy! ((Giggle))

AH: Are you feeling all right, Goddess?

GC: Nneevveerrrr bbeetteerrrr, leeetttllee oneee. Sshhaayy, aarree youuuu crryyingg? ((Hiccup))

AH: ((Sniffle)) It's nothing Goddess.

The guys are in a huddle discussing this latest predicament.

BS: Well, I'm not going to tell her.

HE: I'm not telling her either. Dave, how about you?

DM: Na-ah. I didn't fall out of the turnip truck yesterday, you know.

BS: (More like a week ago)

HE: (No, it's more like two days ago)

DM: (Very funny guys. Ha. Ha.)

BS: I heard the same thing happened during one of the parties at Melissa's place.

HE: Oh, yeah, the Margarita Incident.

DM: That's not right. I heard it was everyone else in the party but her.