1
JAN: Whoa, is this the hotel check-out line?
STEPH: It's more like a blob than a line...
2
JAN: What's *this* line?
STEPH: Blob.
WOLFRED: Con prize collection. We won the con game!
3
JAN: What about *this* --
STEPH: Blob!
FINA: They're either waiting for their flights, for their cars to be un-Tetrised from the parking lot, or are suffering from an early onset of post-con depression.
4
AMBER: Everything keeps slipping off! Do you know how hard it is to dress sleeping people heavier than you?!
JAN: Um...
STEPH: Blob.
