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[[Fred reclines on Fooker's chair, watchin TV, holding the remote. Persephone is offpanel.]]
Persephone: Fred, my gelatinous darling, what would you like for dinner?
Fred: Do we have any more of that rotten cheese, my love?
<<click>>

Persephone: No, but there's some moldy pizza in the 'fridge.
Fred: There's always moldy pizza in the fridge. That's all the human eats.

Persephone: Maybe we could use his credit card to order some carry-out AHHH!!
Fred: PERSEPHONE?