"Everybody do a spot and listen check."
"Fifteen."
"Thirteen."
"Whatever it is, I heard it- 27."
"...um...I hear crickets!"
"There are no crickets."
"Exactly."

"Thank you, Oh Mistress of the Obvious."
"Oh, anytime, Dogfish."

"What is that, the smallest die on the face of the planet?"
"No, this is."
"...*d'oi*"

"Listen check!"
"...more crickets."
"While she's listening to the noises echoing inside her empty skull, I hear whatever is coming down the hallway."

"Okay, you can do a search check."
"26. Whatever it is, i found it."
"18."
"...I found crickets!"
"But...oh, never mind."

"Suddenly the flaming green skull's eye sockets burst into purple flame-"
"Eew, that clashes!"
*silence*
"Thank you, Oh Clerical Fashion Consultant."
"Any time, Dogfish."