Brainley is sitting on a drug store lunch counter. McMoosington walks up.

Brainley: Hello, my good man! What can I do for you?

McMoosington: Wow, a real old-fashioned drug store lunch counter!

McMoosington sits down on one of the barstools.

Brainley: That's right! Can I interest you in lunch? Perhaps a carbonated cure-all?

McMoosington: Ooh, lunch. One lunch please!

A plate with a single pill slides in on the counter from off screen.

Brainley: Here ya go.

McMoosington: But...this is just a pill.

Brainley: It's lunch in pill form! This is an old-fashioned drug store... OF THE FUTURE!