"I have an inchworm, but she should be coming out of her cocoon anytime soon and then she'll be gone," Ursula replies, sounding a little wistful. Wormsula had been an ideal roommate - she was quiet, didn't take up much room, and she hadn't eaten in months. The corner of her desk just wouldn't be the same without her little cup.

"Just look at them. They're so tiny and ugly." Is Ursula cooing? She might be cooing. "Didn't you say you wanted one?"