"Oooooooh! AHHHH, yetch, umph!" Krout grimaced, and hurried along down the hall towards the kitchen. He had heard this twice before, but this was the first time it almost sounded mutual. Klaus could not even bear to think of it, so he put it out of his mind as he stepped into the horridly grimy kitchen. There, his baby sister "Chomp" was gnawing on an empty crack-cocaine vial, and banging a wooden spoon on the floor. "I know things seem pretty bad right now Chomp," said Krout, "But it will get better. We will find a way to get out of here and we will all go and live with a happy family."