"You and me, Moneybags. Whaddaya say? On account of you being the only dude whose name I know." Shemp says to Oliver. He looked over the rest of the options before his eyes fell on the girl that been told off when she was about to pick up the knife. That was a bad sign. It would probably be a good idea to make friends with her. "What about you, Little Miss Enthusiasm?"
"Have you ever watched him, Doc?" Shem calls over to Vlad. "It's seriously awe inspiring. Like a bus full of sharks crashing into a butcher shop. Like really, it's something else."
"I didn't even eat anything, don't put that on me." Shemp said. "Though I am fine and ready to go. Anyone would get full watching ratboy over there eat."
"I'm suddenly not very hungry." Shemp says, shaking his head at the weird cat monster in the room. "The real crime here is that you have completely distracted me from ripping on Moneybags over here." He points his thumb at Oliver. "Seriously dude, commoner? I'd didn't even know people really talked like that."
Shemp had been smiling through this whole conversation. He didn't know why everybody else was so high strung.