Dave gave the box a determined stare, priming his own self for conflict. He shoved his hand down his tiny pocket, and after sifting through it for several seconds, all he pulled out was a silver fork. His determination faded at the sight of it. "Damnit." he whispered. A pudgy woman, whose fat bounced with every step, strolled down the hall with the other employees, stopping upon coming to the two at the door. "Is everything all right?" she asked Dave. "What's it look like? Get downstairs alright." he commanded her. "You'll still be coming to dinner right?"<br/>"Yeah, go on now."<br/>"Who's gonna pay for my food when I get hungry?"<br/>"You-- woman! I put money on the counter for ya, right next to the key hanger! Treat yourself alright."<br/>"Fine. Just to let you know, that money might not be enough."<br/>"Heh hah, yeah sure babe. When do you plan on following through huh?"<br/>"Maybe tonight, tomorrow morning, maybe while you sle-"<br/>"Cady move!"<br/>Shocked, Cady walked away in spitefulness.<br/>"If you happen to wake up in my stomach tomorrow, that's your fault! You hear me, YOUR FAULT!"<br/>"GO!"<br/>Cady bounced down the stairs even faster. Some sobbing could be heard if one payed attention. "*sigh* It's gonna be rough coming home." Dave told Hunter.