Splodge: *opens the fridge and finds a half-can of spam, nutella with corn chips and a Greek yogurt* Yuck. What do you eat around here?




FG: I was about to go to the store...as soon as Dad sends me some money.




Splodge: Huh. You need a job kid. Foxlover! Order us a pizza!




Foxlover: I'm on it boss!




Splodge: *sits down on FG's couch*




FG: Don't we need to hurry?




Splodge: Hurry Schmurry. We have to wait for the pizza.




FG: How long will that take?




Splopdge: *turns the volume up on the TV*




*the TV shows the reporter talking to an old man across the street from FF*



Sweetcrazy: I'm reporting live from outside Finding Friendships. Their next-door neighbor Mr. Lovetails is here with me, Mr. Lovetails?




Mr. Lovetails: Is this airing on Time-Warner cable?




Sweetcrazy:... Uh yeah I think so. Mr. Lovetails, how long have you known about these covert operations by your neighbors? Most recently breaking into the MB Asylum.



Mr. Lovetails: I've suspected this for years. You know these millennial types.



Sweetcrazy: Then why, sir, haven't you notified the authorities?




Mr. Lovetails: Well, um ya see, I could never find any exact evidence. But you know those millennial types.



Sweetcrazy: Could you clarify what you mean by "Those millennial types?"



Mr. Lovetails: *smiles condescendingly and pats her on the back*  Heheh, come now. You know what I mean. Always loitering around. Always text messaging each-other on their little cordless phones.
*brings his hands up to his face and starts twittling his thumbs*

Ya can't trust 'em, I tell ya.




Sweetcrazay: Thinking *steps back* Okay... back to you Bob.




Bob: Hahaha! What delightful fellow! When we come back we will return to our live coverage of this super-duper exciting story!
*cuts to a commercial for Mishwindows*