[There's a drawn out groan, quite exaggerated, much like the words that follow.]

Ugh. I'm staaaaaarviiiiiiiiing.

Pence. Olette.
-Tell me you guys have food.

[there's silence for awhile, like maybe he only accidently clicked it on, or like he's trying to figure out what to say that isn't cliche or stereotypical.]

One thing's for sure. The ice cream here tastes like ass.

[a sort of annoyed huff]

( ooc ; application )