Shirley Thorne was very annoyed.
The Chinese food at the bar just couldn't compare to the chefs at The Grants' hotels. The pig's trotters here tasted alright, but they were a real pain to eat.
But this wasn't like being at home. She couldn't just pick up the trotter and gnaw away without a care, which made the experience thoroughly unenjoyable.
But she really wanted to eat it!
Determined to eat the trotter, she started using her chopsticks like a fork, stabbing away at it, and then...
Her chopstick got stuck.
Shirley Thorne: 'I have a few choice words I'd like to say!'
'This pig must have been one stubborn son of a bitch when it was alive!'
The pig's trotter was a lost cause. Pouting, Shirley Thorne looked up, just in time to see Yvette Grant staring at her with a constipated look on her face.
Shirley Thorne: '???'
'What's her deal?'
'She looks like her digestive system isn't working right. Is she backed up?'
"Godmother, would you like some dragon fruit?"
