Toby, who has spent what feels like months jabbering and screaming incoherently inside of a padded cell, finally runs out of steam, and collapses on the floor of the cell, panting. The padding of the cell is covered in small holes from where Toby pecked it, his flippers having been bound in a Finisci-sized straight jacket. A few minutes later, the door opens, revealing Beatrix and Pam, who are eating popcorn.
BEATRIX (burping and then giggling):
Looks like I win, Pamela!
Pam grumbles and hands Beatrix a small bundle of credits.
Pam…? Pam, is that you…? How long have I-
Seventeen minutes. Pam here thought you would last at least an hour.
TOBY (struggling into a sitting position):
Seventeen minutes! B-But, I- Tony’s Ghost…!
It’s okay, hon. It turns out we were wrong. Tony’s not dead, he’s in jail. We’re going to go bail him out after lunch.
TOBY (hyperventilating again):
But he…! W-We cremated him, a-and…!
Uh oh… Looks like someone is having another nervous breakdown. Double or nothing on him calming down in slightly over half an hour?
PAM (chewing popcorn noisily):
They close the door to the cell on Toby again, who has by this time proceeded to roll across the floor while screaming about trout muffins.