Cheyenne: Okay, I gave Justine a muscle relaxer and put her in her car. She keeps mumbling about feet, but that's not a forever thing, I don't think.
Glenn: This is horrible. I mean, we've had severed feet before, but just a sprinkling, you know, once in a while.
Dina: It's okay. We know the drill. I'll call Curtis at the police station. He's our go-to for any recovered body parts.
Jonah: Now, hang on, hang on. Before we turn this into a full-on crime scene, what if, hypothetically, we didn't find this bag of feet until after the Zephra analyst left?
Cheyenne: Do you mean just, like, ignore the bag of gross, dead feet in the middle of the floor?
Amy: I mean, it would be safer to move it to the back.
Dina: Safer for who? The foot slicer you're suddenly trying to aid and abet?
Amy: Yeah, Dina, you got me. I'm in on it. I just happened to show up in the store the day a bag of feet was discovered, and... Okay, that sounds more plausible than I... I'm not in on it!