Tori: I feel needy. [claps her hands] Slaves, fetcheth me some nourishment.
Ken: Only the freshest, o spooky one. [both run off. Ken comes back with grapes] A grape fresh from the vine, your ghostliness. [Tori eats it while Ken goes and gets a banana] A banana peeled to your liking, your incorporealness. [squeezes it into Tori's mouth. Fluffy comes back with a watermelon and drops it into Tori's mouth!]
Fluffy: One watermelon fresh from the manure fields, your spookiness. [Tori falls down and stands up with a watermelon head]
Ken: Art thou not pleased? [Tori spits out the watermelon]













