Sparkle shrugged, and then reached for the plate with his good hand while letting the toilet paper balance precariously on the back of his other one.

"Thanks. And... I dunno. Whatever. It's stupid, but it's not over. We just need to... I don't know... appeal to the right people, or something. It could be... worse...?"

It was already kind of worse. Their brains had been hacked and Sparkle was eating sim-pizza while bleeding from his, what, brain-hand? This was all stupid and weird.