You think I'm stupid? You think I wouldn't notice if you didn't eat any of the food in my fridge? And even if that was true, why would you go through all this trouble just for a free meal? There has to be more to it than that. So unless you want me to call the police right now and have them arrest your ass for breaking into my house, I suggest you leave... NOW!

(With a satisfied grunt, Groll rolls over and goes back to sleep, her anger fading into exhaustion. In the other room, Биба Боба sighs heavily before climbing off the bed. He picks up his clothes from the floor and slips them on, then pads quietly out of the room and down the hall. Once he's outside, he takes one last longing look at Groll's sleeping form before disappearing into the night.)