"Yeah. No need to freak out fleabag, I was just taking the piss." Shemp says, wondering what sort of asylum they'd dragged that freak out of. He reached out without looking and grabbed something from the table before turning to Oliver and raising a finger. "If you want to know, I threw one punch." he said, lifting what he grabbed to his mouth before catching sight of it.

A shrimp. He loved shrimp. He sighed and tossed it back down onto the platter. "Well now it'd be cannibalism, wouldn't it?" he say to himself.