[[Greg has apparently pushed Betsy into a tentacle pit]]
Greg: Get in there, You!
[[Matt enters the frame, Greg lights a cigarette]]
Matt: What's this?
Greg: Upping the ante on the war with Amuse Me. Whipped up a tentacle pit and pushed Betsy in.
[[Matt appears surprised, Greg smiles]]
Matt: What!? Greg: Hey, she deserved it.
[[Matt raises his arms, hands cupped towards his face. Greg comes to sudden realization]]
Greg, you idiot, this is Betsy we're talking about.
Betsy: [[heart symbol]] AHHH!
[[Matt, Greg and Ian are standing around the "pit", watching]]
Matt: Wow. Kind of a Briar Rabbit situation. Bah. What did you have in mind for Molly?
Betsy: Ah, oh yeah Greg: I was going to put her within ten feet of a guy and watch her pass out from anxiety.
Matt: That'll work.
Ian: I'm not part of this, but something tells me I should wish I was???