DOUBLE DOORS:

...That's right.

YOU:

.....ugh....I forgot you can hear me think.

DOUBLE DOORS:

You can't "hear" thoughts, goofus. They smell.

YOU:

Yeah, okay, that makes about as much sense I guess. But come on, you know I can't eat it. What am I supposed to do then, hack it back up?

DOUBLE DOORS:

Oh no, gross! Nothing like that.

YOU:

So.....? The mouth guy...

DOUBLE DOORS:

Forget him.

YOU:

...but he has a key I nee-

DOUBLE DOORS:

No, not him.

Your kid. Forget him.

>Eat your sandwich.

You've earned it!

YOU:

Uh, thanks, but that's not gonna happen.

DOUBLE DOORS:

Come on...you don't really need him, do you? That puny morsel would barely make a decent slider.

YOU:

....WHAT?!

DOUBLE DOORS:

Shucks, after all we've done for you, we thought you'd at least try >eating our special joe as a healthier, more filling alternative. We made it special. We made it just for you, not for some podunk one-way door in the junk layers to >eat. >Eat.

YOU:

....I should have known. I should have known you things had no idea what I was doing all this for.

DOUBLE DOORS:

Aw, don't be that way, hamhocks! You don't know what you're missing! Look how happy Gaston's been >eating! Pull up a s>eat!

You haven't had a break today!

YOU:

...I'll rip you off your hinges if I have to.

DOUBLE DOORS:

>Eat your sandwich.

Have it our way.

YOU:

OPEN. UP.

DOUBLE DOORS:

.....>eat your sandwich.

Just >eat it.

>EAT it.

>EAT. >EAT.