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Inga: [
about to open a jar of ants] Prepare to be consumed, Martha Alston! PREPARE TO BE... oh, God! They're dead. Bob?
Bob: They are?
Inga: Yes, didn't you feed them?
Bob: I thought you said you wanted them hungry?
Inga: HUNGRY, Bob! Not DEAD! Now what are we going to do?
Martha: We could re-schedule, like, you know, next Tuesday is good for me.
Inga: Dream on, little beauty!