Theater #2: Mold

Charlie. Rachel, do you realize what you ate just now?

Rachel. [Slowly] Yes… It was the casserole I made on Thursday.

Charlie. Sorry to break it to you, but I saw some blue mold on it yesterday. Fuzzy like a sock.

Rachel. Whatever. I would have seen it before I’d have eaten it, thank you very much.

Charlie. Well… the sight was so hideous I turned the square of casserole over with a spatula.

Rachel. Urk…

Charlie. Yes, I see you remember. It was upside-down, was it not?

Rachel. [Gags]

Charlie. Now don’t you go bulimic on me!