Sheila (in a creepy voice): Ding Dong, I know you can hear me. Open up the door, I only want to play a little.

Moon: Oh god no. *slams the door shut and locks it.

Sheila: Ding Dong, you can't keep me waiting. It's already too late for you to try and run away.

Moon: *grabs a cooking pan*

Sheila: I see you through the window, our eyes are locked together. I can sense your horror, though I'd like to see it closer.

Moon: *panicking*

Kyle: Oh, sorry about that Moon, Sheila went out to a party earlier this night and she had a bit too much fun.

Moon: How much alcohol did she have?

Kyle: 999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999 bottles.

Moon: Oh, okay. I'm surprised she hasn't passed out.

Stella: Wait, that's illegal.

Moon: Stella, how did you get in?

Stella: Sheila broke down the door.

Moon: WHAT!?

Stella: So is nobody going to talk about how the legal drinking age requirement is twenty-one?

Rain: Obviously not.