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After the last few rather uneventful rooms, you are not prepared for the sight within this vast chamber.

LARVAL HOLEDWELLER:

Hungie....hhhhhungllie..

MOTHER HOLEDWELLER

Don't touch...my babies...

SLOBFERN (Translated from Slobese)

Oh no, we won't!!

LARVAL HOLEDWELLER

hHHHHUNGIE!!!

MOTHER HOLEDWELLER

That...is not food...children...

LARVAL HOLEDWELLER

Hhhhhhhrrrrrnnnnnngggggggg!!!!!

MOTHER HOLEDWELLER

Sighh....you don't...have something.... they would like.....do you.......

SLOBFERN (Translated from Slobese)

I'm not sure. What, er, do they usually eat?

MOTHER HOLEDWELLER

What's good...for them...are boards...but they don't want...their mother's....cooking....they want........junk...........

SLOBFERN (Translated from Slobese)

Sorry to hear that.

QUEEN MAYA CELIA

Hey, maybe they'd like fries? If the drive-through gets its nonsense in order, anyway.

LARVAL HOLEDWELLER

FIES!!?!? FFIES!?!? FIES! Fies. FIES? ....Fies??? Fies???? FIES?? FIES!! FIES!! FIESS!!!! FIIIIESSS!!!

MOTHER HOLEDWELLER

Oh..dear.....I don't think....this will stop now......

Can you... get these...."fribes?"