:: some level in hunter :: Ben: should we go over there? Zach: we already beated that
:: Sara spills tea on herself :: Zach: You know what sucks? When you spill tea on your pants... it's the worst. Ben: Yeah man, well, at least it was empty. Zach: Hey Sara, can you pass the tea? I can't reach it. Ben: But there's nothing left in it... Zach: Right, right. Sara: DIE! BOTH OF YOU!