Hal: Yeah right, Zack. One day I am going to be rich from this job, and that’s all there is to it. Sniping class, dude. High risk, high paying. Within a few years, I’ll be living on Easy Street with goldleaf-lined shoes. *glances towards the door and frowns* And hey, yeah… you’re right. It’s not like Sephiroth to miss out on food. Not that he’s a food-freak, or a tub of lard or anything…

Hojo: *dismissively waves his hand* Relocate him to his room. When he wakes up, he can participate in his normal activities. I am done with him.