Hello? Terroristic, master criminal daughter? The dad that works for is like, 25-Silcos-heavy!

(BEST BEHAVIOR IS A PROBLEM, PETER. THAT'S A PROBLEM. You're too... Wholesome. She's sure Silco thinks you're weak.

Also, she's also whispering-yelling, like they're having a huge fight in a room with the guests in the hallway.)

Ugh, now he's gonna monologue for four hours, if I'm lucky.

(Look at her great Silco impression, her fist in front of one of her eyes for dramatic effect.)

'Fries and milkshakes are twisted up lies to make one feel attachment, which serves as a trap... Something, something, something."

(With a dropped hand, she sighs.)

Got room on your floor I can sleep on?

(JINX BE NORMAL)