[[A purple squid sits in a pan on the counter. Ian pokes at it with a fork.]]
Ian: What's this...a squid?
[[Ian holds up a shiny meat cleaver and smiles.]]
<<SSHING!>>
Ian: Welllll then. Let's see if my luck with cooking hasn't changed.
[[In the living room, Micah sits on the couch watching TV, Matt stands behind the couch, and Ian is running behind the couch with the squid suctioned to his face, trying to pull it off.]]
Matt: Hey, have you seen my pet squi...
Ian: AAAAAAIIEEE!!!! It's got my eyes!!!!
Micah: Ian's playing with it.