"Danny, have you seen my glasses?"

"No, have you seen my chocolate stash?"

"Kinda..."

"What do you mean 'kinda'?"

"I mean that I have seen the very impressive stash."

"Would you know, then, where it happened to disappear to? I would hate to think that someone willingly stole from my hotel room..."

"That is a horrible thing to think someone did. You don't mean that your entire stash is gone, do you?"

"Darren, as much as I love your expected innocence, you look like the canary that just ate the cat."

"What? Do I have fur in my teeth?"

"Oh, for the sake of....Okay, look, something of great personal value was taken from me, and perhaps even ingested by now, and you look like you know every detail."

"So what if I do? How can it be proved?"

"That amount? How about a large amount of wrappers? How about someone so sick because they ate so much? Perhaps the evidence that is left on their faces because they were enjoying the pilfered goodies too much?"

"Well, you seem to have a pretty good idea...Come to think about it...."

"Darren...."

"Okay! I only had a bite! One, singular, wonderful little morsle that he decided he could part with. I begged him for more, but he said he could only spare a little bit. I told him the only reason he had any was because of me....And then..."

"*Cough*"

"What?"

"You just admitted to half of the problem! And not only did you take my chocolate stash, but you helped eat it as well. I thought you, of all people, would have a little more respect than that."

"You drank all of my hot chocolate last night."

"What?!"

"I ordered room service, then went to take my shower. You were drinking the last of it when I got out."

"That's because I confiscate all chocolate that comes through my range, unless there is a tax paid out. You know I enjoy my percentage."

"Right, small bit, not the whole thing!"

"You didn't pay the Daniel Jones Chocolate Passage Tax. I took the share I deserved for having to deal with you and your chocolate ignorance. Maybe you'll learn next time."

"So what about your missing stash?"

"Whoever took it is in an interesting situation. Passage Tax is cheap, Loan Interest is a lot more."

"Loan Interest? What are you trying to pull?"

"Well, I can say that whoever has my chocolate has it on a loan. That way, when I find out who it is, I can put in Interest based on the amount that was taken, instead of on time."

"How high is you rate?"

"99%."

"That is crazy, Dan! 99% on top of what was taken?"

"Right, so you owe me two bars, which is considerably less than what the thief will have to come up with to repay me."

"In chocolate, right?"

"Absolutely! The rate would have to be nearly 150% if the payment was in money."

"150%!"

"Don't sound so surprised. Some of those cost a pretty penny."

"I know that, I spent $50 on your last 20 pound chocolate bar for your birthday. At the rate you go through it, you could probably own Hershey's by now."

"'Ey, that's a great idea! I could save a quarter of my annual costs, though I still have to import everything else...Still a good idea though."

"Glad you think so."

"You still owe me two bars. You aren't getting out of it. And they've got to be good ones too..."

"You can't be serious, I only had a taste! Which means I owe you half a bar at the most."

"Fine, I'll let Oli keep your glasses..."

"You lied to me!?"

"Well you weren't totally honest either. Darren, you are my chocolate, fess up!"

"It wasn't me!"

"Then who was it? What it Ben?"

"No..."

"What is Karl?"

"No..."

"Was it Lee?"

"No...."

"Then who?"

"*Mumble*"

"I can't hear you...."

"I said Dazzler...It was Dazzler."

"But you are Dazzler."

"Yeah, you tell him that..."

"Your alter-ego stole my chocolate?"

"Yes, he's a bit out of control."

"Then ground him or something!"

"I can't do that, Jonesy! He's not someone that you can just order around."

"Well for the love of my chocolate, do something, would you? I can't sleep at night knowing that some corny Elvis character is running around in my room, stealing my chocolate."

"Now he's going to be worse."

"Why?"

"You insulted him!"

"Did not."

"Did too."

"Did not."

"Did too.

"I did NOT!"

"You did TOO. Just admit it!"

"Oh, like you just came out and admitted that you stole my stash!?"

"But I didn't!"

"You did! You said that the only reason he had it was because of you!"

"You are such a CHILD!"

"And you are a RAMPAGING DIVA!"

"NEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRR"

"Oh God, there's the tongue thing again. Why don't you grow up? And don't you dare raise that eyebrow, you know exactly what I mean."

"I don't see you being the perfect picture of intelligence over there."

"What do you mean?"

"Do I look like I've just eaten 600 pounds worth of chocolate?"

"It wasn't that much..."

"Still, do I look like I just ate a whole load of chocolate?"

"Well, no, I guess not."

"Then that means it's still around here somewhere..."

"HEY GUYS!"

"What do you want Oli?"

"I just found this huge stash of chocolate...Want some?"