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[The Pie Maker enters the plane, looking unconcerned and slightly authoritative, pushing the door open firmly and striding through it in the very way he's completely not used to doing, so it looks kind of weird, actually.] ... If she did kill him, don't you think she'd be a bit more discreet about it? I mean, if I went and killed someone with a pick axe, which I've never done, just for the record? I don't think I'd joke about it to other people. It hits too close to the spot and even if I was trying to be misleading by unknowingly make a joke that hit too close to that spot, that spot would grow and just get bigger and I wouldn't be comfortable with that and I'd get all sore and bruised from hitting it too much.

[He pauses, realising something.] Where'd the bell on the door go? [He looks around and is appalled.] Where'd the Pie Hole go? [Waits, but doesn't get any snarkiness from behind him.] ... Emerson? [He turns around, somewhat panicked.] Chuck!?