Rigby: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Ah, yeah-uh! Pizza pouch! (Inaudible Voices) CIA Agent: Stop!, drop the bag! Thomas: Sweet dreams, Cartwright- Rigby: Thomas? Hey, what's goin on man? Thomas: Not much. Rigby: Is that dude okay? Thomas: Hey, this is weird right, I mean I'm doing martial arts, that guy's dressed up like garbage can and totally still alive, I think you're in a dream, dude. (Rigby chewing and agreeing) Rigby: Wait, I th-ahha (Rigby screaming and losing consciousness) Thomas: shh shhh shh shh hhh h hh (Alarm clock ringing and Rigby waking up again, groaning) Rigby: Last night... Huh! Thomas!