"Oops. Am I interrupting something?"
"No, I was just leaving."
"You can have my chair."
"And oh, by the way. You are so wrong about me."
"I am not immortal.""Even with the preservatives."
"Hey, I've got a brainstorm. Let's plug up our drains again and get Adrian to come up to the house. We can feed him some of those laced brownies and turn him into a Zombie. Then we'll lure Barbie over to our house by telling her we've discovered an entirely new shade of pink. We'll get her to tell us her secret power spell in exchange for our information, after which we'll have Adrian suck her blood and eat out her brains. Turn her into a brainless bloodless plastic doll, so she'll be good for nothing but a store mannequin. Then she won't pose any threat to our bid for world domination."
"Wow, that's good. Why didn't I think of that?"