|The rusted and decayed hulk of East London's beloved grain elevator is blown up in front of a small crowd of spectators.|
Drex is not part of the Microscopics as he is too tall, but he is good friends with Rennell because he rescued Drex from a burning ammunition depot during the Fools War.
“Constance has been eating one of each dish since we’ve been serving them.” Drex said in amusement.
“She’s entitled to it Drex, you know that as well as I do.” Rennell replied.
“What do you put in these desserts that makes them so tasty?” Constance remarked.
“It’s my secret recipe.” Rennell grinned.
“Why doesn’t that surprise me!?” Constance chuckled. Nearby, her boyfriend Donahue was staring at her.
“Man, she looks so hot when she’s topless!” Donahue drooled, hinting at the fact that she was wearing a hula bra, stripy shorts, and a grass hula skirt.
“Wait until you see me do the luau!” Constance teased.
“Drex, ever since I had some guard the fridge, Liptrap hasn’t been able to help himself to alcohol.” Rennell explained, pointing towards the kitchen area.
“I hope the liquor stores have been warned too.” Drex replied. “That’s where he will go if he can’t get his drink here.”
A few dessert dishes later, Rennell served a bowl of ice cream to Constance, who looked at it in an awkward way.
“Oh goodness me.” Constance moaned, holding her left hand against her stomach.
“Is there something wrong?” Drex asked.
“My stomach is cramping.” Constance moaned.
“You’ve got stomach cramps?” Drex responded.
“Rennell, take the ice cream back, I don’t think I will be able to eat it.” Constance moaned, pushing the bowl of ice cream back across the counter.
“I wonder what’s given her a stomach ache.” Rennell said inquisitively.
“Isn’t it obvious Rennell, she’s been eating too many desserts!” Drex chuckled.
“I should never have had that last cream tart.” Constance groaned, holding her stomach in agony.
“Go and take something for those cramps and then go lie down, it’s the best thing for you to do right now.” Rennell suggested.
“I’ll never make a pig of myself ever again.” Constance groaned as she got off the chair.
“Too much of a good thing is bad for you Constance, remember that.” Drex suggested.
“I think I’m going to vomit.” Constance wretched. She ran for the boundary wall and leaned over the side, and vomited over the wall.
“I don’t feel so good.” Constance moaned.
“Take something for those cramps and nausea and then go lie down.” Drex suggested again. “It is the only way you are going to feel better.”
“Never again will I ever make a pig of myself like that.” Constance moaned.