"Ruby, you sure about this?"
"Get ready to meet a new me."
"Wooo…..wooo."
"Hey, that's my cake. Give it back."
"This is for your own good. You took more than one slice, little lady. Do you want to stay permanent?"
"I wouldn't mind."
"Uhaaah. Eat what you have."
"Meany, Apple."
"How do you feel?"
*Ding-Dong*
"No time. They're here."
"Ruby, they're at the entry rug. Anything?"
"RUBY!!! DARIUS!!!!! APPLE!!!! WE'RE HOME."
"Guess we'll find out. Let's owww….owwwww….owwww…oww…ow…owww."
"Ruby, what happened?"
"AAaaaagh!!!! My hand. Thow it out, throw it out."
"Throw what...Weed Killer? How'd this get set up?
Just grow one back. They'll be here any minute."
"That's the problem."
"What?"
".....I can't!!!!!!!"
"Ummm….stay right there."
"Darius, hi. Can we talk to you a minute?"
"Sorry, can't talk now. Gotta run."
"Darius, where are you?"
"Here, put this on."
"Ohhh, uhhh….ooo…."
"Ruby, hi."
"Oh, hi."