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Trudy: A three-course dinner appearing out of thin air?
Fooker: Don't touch it! It could be poisoned!
Trudy: And why would our captors go to such great lengths just to poison us?
Foker: Okay, point taken, but only 'cause I'm hungry.

Trudy: Listen. The food appeared while we weren't looking. If we're patient, they will probably bring us more. If we watch, maybe we can find out who they are...

Fooker: I'm not sure we *want* them to bring more. This is the worst filet mignon I've ever had...
Trudy: That's *lobster*, moron.