"Tell her what? That we murdered her spoon with the very substance she currently believes is an agent of evil?" Chandler hissed back. "We’ll be next! She’ll think we’re 'sticky' too!"

"I’m telling you, it’s over," Phoebe announced, her voice trembling with betrayal. "We are no longer on speaking terms."

Phoebe slapped his hand away. "No! It’s the energy, Joey. I had a dream last night that my grandmother’s spirit tried to visit me, but she couldn't get through because the air was too... sticky ."

"You and the peanut butter?" Joey asked, reaching for the jar. "Because if you’re done, I’m just starting. We’re in the honeymoon phase."

The situation peaked when Rachel walked in with a Thai peanut salad. Phoebe gasped, pointing a finger at the bowl. "Traitor! You’re eating the glue of the devil!" "Phoebe, it’s just lunch," Rachel sighed.