Dog: I dare pacifica to tell Dipper what was in the Jello

Pacifica: O.k. *gulp*

Pacifica: Dipper... I have to tell you something. It's been bothering me for a while.

Dipper: What is it?

Pacifica: you know that jello I made? Well-

Dipper: My flesh was in it? I know.

Pacifica: WHAT?! HOW?!

Dipper: You talk in your sleep. You should probably get home now. You've been gone from home for a week. I'm sure your parent's are worried sick.

Pacifica: Nah. My parent's know where I am at all times.

Dipper: How?

Pacifica pulled up her hair and showed a square on the back of her neck.

Dipper: They chipped you?!

Pacifica: Yah. But you get used to if.