Ben looks on dejectedly as the group of Smallfry skitter around out in the hallway, munching on the old broom and mop. "Good job getting Jenna down," he says. "I guess they just weren't very interested in my muffins..."
You shrug. Smallfry are fickle creatures. You know as much from the few times you've fed Fluffernutter when it was your turn on the chores chart. You ask Ben where the heck all these Smallfry came from, anyway.
"No one seems to know," Ben shrugs. "They sure are cute, though! So what if they eat everything they come across and they're barely potty trained? I think they're a wonderful and important asset to this company. Whoever brought them in sure must be a cool and handsome person, I bet."
You shoot Ben a look and ask him if he smuggled in all the Smallfry.
"What! Me! No, I would never!" he cries loudly. "I can't believe my ears! I'm so appalled that I'm going to leave and do something else! Goodbye!" Ben marches stiffly out of the kitchen. You roll your eyes.