Thread:Thomperfan/@comment-31595317-20170506015410/@comment-30953185-20170506222438

Me: Rachel, calm down.

Lincoln:  [comes in] "It doesn't matter, 'cause we're not having goulash tomorrow." Lori: "Yes we are, Lincoln. We have it every Thursday, and there's literally nothing we can do about it." Lucy: "She's right. It's all in my poem." [takes out poem] " Dinner. The same seven meals. How do you cope? The only plan is to give up hope. Dinner." [The other sisters agree] Leni: "So true." Luan: "So true!" Lisa: "Wise words." Lincoln: "Fine. I guess no one wants... pizza~." [The sisters gasp and Lana pops out of the back of the toilet in scuba gear] Lana: "Did someone say "pizza"?" Lincoln: "When the schnitzel fell off the table, Dad said he almost had to order pizza. So, if we sabotage tomorrow's dinner, that's what we'll get. Now, huddle up." [Lana hops out of the toilet which disgusts him] "Lana, why don't you rise off first?"