Silver was cleaning the top of the green counter as Rotor and Espio were working on the pizzas, with Charmy delivering the pizzas to the waiting customers. Space Ghost was moping the floor behind the counter, whistling. Silver turned around, eying Space Ghost.

"Tad, do you really have to whistle?" Silver asked as he lowered his eyes.

Space Ghost rubbed the back of his head. "What, is the mop too squeaky or something?"

Silver slapped his forehead with his right hand. "No, it's just that you're whistling too much."

Space Ghost folded his arms as he narrowed his eyes. "Well, I like whistling. It helps me keep my focus."

Silver rolled his eyes as he kept cleaning. "Sure..." He then felt a pain in his hand, looking down to see that he hit a nail in the counter. He screamed in pain as he stumbled backwards, tumbling into one of the ovens and being locked in. Space Ghost blinked as he shrugged, resuming his cleaning while still whistling.