*Fittes headquarters* Marissa: Look at my flourishing entrepreneurship. All you see is in MY domain, governed by MY hand. *evil laugh* Lucy: *whispering* What the f*ck is en... enter... entermanureship? Lockwood: *scratching his head* Dunno. Some sort of bug? Lucy: Oh. 'Kay. *yelling* Hey Fittes! Here's some bug spray for your en... whatever infestation is flourishing in your hands! *throws rapier* Lockwood: *gaping* *whispers to himself* I think I'm in love...

















