It's nine o'clock in the morning, and you guys are making me hungry.  And all I have is an untoasted Pop Tart to eat at my desk.  Sigh.
Anyway, I brought the costumes.  Who wants to be the conehead?  Or the crash-test dummy?  A vampire?  Two can dress as a pair of dice.  Does anybody want the green top hats and St Patty's day paraphernalia?  I wonder if I can still fit in the Queen of Hearts dress?  And, oh look, here's a pig nose...
[Sparteye's voice disappears as her head is buried in a big cardboard box, old costume bits flying hither and yon]