[Scene: a line has formed outside of the vent factory, where the lunch wagon should be]
Bobby Jr: Where is that truck? I'm starving!
Tommy: I know man, I mean what kind of name is H2S2U if they never actually come to me? Ever since those new vent runoff regulations went in place, it seems like they're always out of stock
[Sam walks up from off camera, holding a paper bag with its logo partially obscured]
Sam: Whatcha guys up to?
Bobby Jr: Did you get take out from H2O4U again? I don't know how you can eat that stuff, it wrecks my insides and gives me such terrible gas.
Tommy: Yeah, don't remind me. I mean, Sally and I had to leave the window open for like a week after you left that one time we tried it. Hey! Ow!
[Tommy's arm was suddenly more sore than he thought it should be given the light nature of his joke, the membrane of his mind apparently more permeable than Bobby Jr's when it came to affairs of the heart]
Sam: You guys should really try it, they're never out of stock like that silly food truck, and I always have so much more energy in the afternoons. I don't know what it is about this stuff, but it's great
Tommy: It's probably all that extra gas...
[Sam suddenly gains a burst of momentum, her bilayer belying her embarassment in both permeability and hue]
Sam: Ooh... excuse me. I guess I should get off to work, I'm suddenly feeling... mobile