-- Bing Central: Transmission from Cratersville, Red Rainbow Minor
Girl Bing: What do we do now? Jellybean may be sleeping, but I’m still hungry.
Boy Bing: I say we scrounge. Teenagers always have contraband food stashed around the place.
Girl Bing: Where do we start?
Boy Bing: I say we start where we are and work our way around the room.
Girl Bing: Nothing on the bed.
Boy Bing: Nothing on the nightstand.
Girl Bing: Nothing under the bed.
Boy Bing: Nothing under the rug.
Girl Bing: Nothing on the desk.
Boy Bing: Nothing in the drawers.
Girl Bing: What’s on the chair?
Boy Bing: What chair?
Girl Bing: That chair!
Boy Bing: A backpack!
Girl Bing: Ho! Ho! We hit the lotto! There’s always something in a backpack!
Boy Bing: You’re right. Here’s some potato chips!
Girl Bing: And a coke!
Boy Bing: And a candy bar!
Girl Bing: Crunch, slurp, crunch!
Boy Bing: Slurp, crunch, slurp!
Girl Bing: Boy, this binging is great! Crunch, crunch! We can talk AND eat at the same time!
Boy Bing: I’ll say! Slurp!
Girl Bing: Talk about yummy! Crunch! Is there more?
Boy Bing: There’s this coupon.
Girl Bing: I don’t know. I was thinking about something more sugary.
Boy Bing: No, not to eat, to use.
Girl Bing: What’s it for?
Boy Bing: For a free doughnut.
Girl Bing: Only one? But there’s two of us!
Boy Bing: We could split.
Girl Bing: But you like chocolate and I like glazed!
Boy Bing: Maybe they’ll make one special for us.
Girl Bing: You mean half chocolate and half glazed?
Boy Bing: Why not? What good is a coupon if you can’t get what you want?
Girl Bing: You’re right. Let’s go! Doughnut Heaven here we come!
—Bing Central, Peace Out
