Trish: "Ooooh, chocolate."
Debbie: "Homph?"



Trish: "Chocolate makes you fat. Chocolate makes your ankles swell."
Debbie: [munch]
Trish: "Chocolate gives you big oily boils on your face that rupture and spray hot pus everywhere just as you're about to get a goodnight kiss from Mr Right."



Debbie: "Ackshully-" [snorf] "-deesh ish malteeshersh-" [chomp] "-and deysh well tayshtee."



Trish: "Tasty eh?"
Debbie: "Yep" [burrrrrp]



Trish: "DAMN IT ALL TO HELL THEN GIVE ME ONE."
Debbie: "Shure"



Trish: [munch/chomp] "Hmmm, dey ish tayshtee" [gulp]



Trish: "Right, that's it for me. I'm gonna get fat now. I'm gonna get so fat and boil-ridden that I can't get out of my bed and me and my big fat custardy arse are gonna end up on Ripleys believe it or not! I need to enjoy life before that happens!"



Debbie: "Whatchoo doin'?" [chomp]
Trish: "Gonna flash my bra at Charles from accounts."



Trish: "AVAST, LANDLUBBER! WHAT MAKE YE OF YON GLORIOUS SILKY BRASIER-CLAD POONTS!?"



Debbie: "TRISH YOU'RE NOT WEARING A-"
Charles [from outside]: "Oh yes."



Trish: "What did you-"
Charles: "Yes. Pert. Firm."



Trish: "-say?"
Debbie: "-A BRA! YOU'RE NOT WEARING A BRA! And Charles is a major league perv!"
Charles: "Maple syrup. Hold that pose my pretty, I shall return with...an appropriate condiment to maximise the...sensuousness of my tender caresses on your sumptuous pink love-globes."
Trish: "AAAIIEIEEEEEEE!"



Trish: "Oh fuck. Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck"
Debbie: "What are you gonna do? Charles has barring orders from women in several departments."



Trish: "Pass the chocolate, shut your face and get me a resignation letter template. All your fucking fault in the first place."
Debbie: "Suit yourself" [chomp]
Trish: [sobbing noises]

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