[AgentZero]

[i]Two holes appear near the top of the custard pile and Agent Zero peers out from his custard fortress. Several attempts are made at communication, all failures (it's hard to talk with a mouth full of custard). The custard pile then shrugs in resignation (if such a thing is possible), and a third hole appears in the pile.

The Pie-Gun Clatters.

Patrons entering the Bar are now dismayed to discover that there are now two piles of custard giggling in the corner.