[The mess isn't as epic as it had sounded, actually--mostly the fallout from Jack crashing into a shelf that had held baking pots and pans of various sizes. There was only the one pie casualty.]
Well I got us in, didn't I? OI! BONESY! PIE! What kind d'you want, then?
[Action]
Well I got us in, didn't I? OI! BONESY! PIE! What kind d'you want, then?