Lisa, annoyed, walking away from Mike and computer: That's the third time you didn't heal me when you weren't supposed to! Forget this, I'm gonna go subject myself to a solo form of frustration, like Scribblenauts.
Mike looks on.
Mike, to off screen: The coast is clear. Her computer is free.
Cats pop into frame.
Bink: Time to get Deathknighted!
Chloe: Good work, Mike.
Mike: So you'll mail me the gold?