"And after that we will follow up with the dread Curse of the Combative Fabrics! We will blend polyester and wool just to mess with you. We'll put you in leather pants and a lycra halter top."

Phoebe does fall out of her chair and hits her head. She'll have a massive headache later, but right now she is laughing too hard to care.

"Ow," she says before dissolving into giggles again.