Oh no, I know where that leads. You get lawsuits and complaints that you're discriminated against non-baking-Monster Islanders. Hell, take you for example. I can't exactly see you frosting anything. You got hands like Christmas hams.

[Steve hops over and sticks her head right into the camera. She snubs cheerfully, asking Bossy how she's been and if she's found anything shiny lately.

Blake finds that comment odd.] What, is your rat running her own racket?