Ep55  Hope is serving dinner once again. “What sick twisted shit are we havin’ today?” Kris moans.
Hope glares and removes the lid from the pot, “Furby feet sandwiches!” 
“Mhmm, Yummy!” Big B. squeals  “Damn, you do not have to be that happy! 
Pcic then sighs “Lawful 24 hours a day….then how do you get along with Rabid?”
 Big B. is ravenously  gulping down their sandwich. “What do you people think 
I am a cannibal?” Furby yells. Hope then growls. (description in Rabid’s mind) 
“Yucky gooey, small yellow and brown feet with purple mold growing on them sticking out of 
the sandwich, which has stinky old,  moldy bread.” Kris then slams the sandwich over furby and shouts
 (killing him)  “EVERYDAY, the same f*** stuff, disgusting..."
(Pcic putting sandwich down, then smells her hand) Kris then announces... stinks like it has been made of  
the anuses of skunks maybe ^*%$ too, or somethin’ , nothin’ is worse then this,
except maybe if  Hope was the best cook in da world.” 
(edit out to John, far side of the table) “God give me patience.”
 Hope then growls and grumbles “If you don’t wanna eat then you can clean the house.” 
Kris begins to scrub the toilet… “Grr this is women’s work, I shouldn’t be doing this.