Blake: Room service! Anything else I can get you?

Timothy (thinking): I probably shouldn’t ask for a tarp, a roll of bandages, and a bottle of Clorox.

Timothy: This is already the fanciest thing I’ve had in years.

Blake: Well, sir, I hope you enjoy it! And have a good night.

Timothy: Wish I had a camera phone. I’d take some pictures of you for the blog.

Reseda: Are we running low?

Timothy: No, Sparrow said we have a ton in the “queue.” You’re just extra cute tonight.

(ZZZZZZZ)

(ZZZZZZZ)
(SWOOSH)
(STEP)