*Morrowseer was minding his own business in the kitchen*

Darkstalker: Psst! Morrowseer!

Morrowseer: Darkstalker?

Darkstalker: Yeah, it's me.

Morrowseer: But, where are you?

Darkstalker: Look at the counter!

*Morrowseer did, and he saw a single pickle*

Darkstalker: Turn the pickle over! The payoff is huge!

*Morrowseer hesitantly reached forward, and turned the pickle over. What he saw, was Darkstalker's face on the pickle*

Darkstalker: I turned myself into a pickle, Morry!

Darkstalker: I'm a Picklestalker!

Morrowseer: ...

Darkstalker: What do you think?

Morrowseer: ...

Later, in the kitchen:

Morrowseer: *munch!*

Hawthorn: What are you doing, Morrowseer?

Morrowseer: Eating a pickle.

Hawthorn: OK, just wondering.

*Hawthorn walked off, passing a single jar on the counter*

Darkstalker: *tap! tap!*

Darkstalker: HELP ME! HE TRAPPED ME IN A JAR!

Hawthorn: *pauses*

Hawthorn: Did you hear that--

Morrowseer: Nope *munch!*