Skull: Well like any normal day at Lockwood and Co, we have a few light scowls from Lucy's corner...
George: Luuuuuuucyyyyy! The skull is glowwwing
again!
Skull: ...and a George who isn't intelligent enough to hear me, in the other section of "his kitchen", drooling over some cinnamon biscuits.
Skull: Then, looming over the couch is a very tall specimen, with a very mischievous smirk, which I believe to be a giraffe.
Lucy: Okay Skull, how would you be able to see Lockwood's grin if you can't even see past his knees?
