I'll make you wish you had rabid weasels teleported into your skull instead of having a sister! I'll wait until you sleep and stuff all your paranormal junk into your big, giant paranormal head and chew on your eyeballs after I pluck them out!
NO, GAZ! Those are the mashed potatoes! Get them away from my eyes! Remember what happened to Zita?! [All the students look at Zita, with an eye plaster on her right eye] I was only trying to help you out, Gaz!
Me? Hiding? I was only trying to do something nice for my sister! No! Not my eyes! Think of all the food you'll never eat again if you destroy me now! [Gaz lowers the mashed potatoes with an annoyed growl and hurls them away as she walks off; Zita screams in pain off-screen] ZITA!!!