"Hungry…need…food…" Jack crawled to the couch and attempted to get himself to sit on it, but he had too little energy and just collapsed on the ground.
"Get over it…" Brad moaned. "There's not a single crumb of food left in the house. Doc was out getting groceries when YOU locked THEM out and US in!"
"Maybe there's food in the ventilator…" Jack said ignoring Brad. He opened the door to the ventilator and what did he find? None other than the remote.
"YES! We can finally turn off that god damned Tele- Shit! Jack, what the hell 're ya doin?!" Brad cried, but it was too late. Jack had officially devoured the only remote to the TV.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU ATE THE REMOTE!" Brad sighed.
"C'mon, there has to be food somewhere…"
"But there isn't!" And that's when Brad remembered that…extra room. The one Doc would never let them get into. Wonder what was in there…? They opened the door and looked in. Their eyes bulged in astonishment. They had come across a disco room… with a bar in the corner!! They rushed in the corner and began preparing drinks. Hey, it was something!
