(Goldstein enters the dining room. Fitzpatrick is seated at the dining table with three Popeyes biscuits on a plate. There’s not a beverage in sight.)

Goldstein:

Yooooo, what are you doing?!?

Fitzpatrick:

This is only part one.

Goldstein:

There’s going to be a part two?? A part two?!? You are an S-rank threat to village, guy.

Fitzpatrick:

I’m going for five in one sitting.

(Rest)

Fitzpatrick:

Soon.

(Goldstein runs his hand down his face, stopping once it’s over his mouth, distraught)

Goldstein:

You tryna be a Kage-level threat to the shinobi world, bro.

(Rest)

Goldstein:

You gotta relax.

Fitzpatrick:

You not rocking wit’ it?

(Rest)

(Fitzpatrick is recording his situation with his phone. Goldstein stands back up, clearly wanting to exit)

Goldstein:

Brother. That sounds disastrous.

(Fitzpatrick gives a particularly-lethal sly smirk, upon which Goldstein withdraws urgently in horror)