Dil: (smushes a brownie on the scanner, so it starts printing copies; he notices that a new boy is watching him) Uh, I was just making a flyer for a lost brownie; I swear! Lil'Q: Don't tell me. You think there's a pares to what the school chefs serve. Like, that's how you communicate with fellow aliens? Tommy: Chuckie? Chuckie: Nothi- what were we talking about? Dil: So, you're a tag team hackysacker, presently without a team, because your aim is lame. Makes sense. Lil'Q: I just gotta work on target practice. Happens every February. Dil: Wow! That's what I thought about verbs! Phil: Sor-ry! - -