TR: No thank you Goddess. I'm not into Leicky's flame-broiled veggie-burger.

GC: What are you talking about? She said it was a Wumpus-burger.

TR: Well look at the time! I gotta go and watch Profiler! Bye Goddess!

GC: ((Teleports in front of Trancer and stops her with a glare)) Wait just a second! What's going on? Speak up or you'll be joining the bard.

TR: It wasn't my idea! Leicky said your diet had too much red meat! She's been cooking meat-free meals for the last week!

GC: What!?! So that's why I've been eating so much Wumpus -- Wumpus kabob and Wumpus casserole and chicken-fried Wumpus. Someone'll end up in Tartarus for this! ((At Trancer)) Where do you think you're going?

TR: ((Trying to sneak out)) I just thought you wanted to be alone with your bard. You know, a little private quality time? Obviously this problem is just between you and her (please don't kill me).

GC: Hmm. Ok, get out and take your firemen with you. ((Evil smile)) I'll finish reviving that treasonous bard.

Trancer leaves, planning to leave New Cirra on the next flight out. Leicky wakes up after 45 minutes of blissful unconsciousness.

LK: ...Ohh my aching... Hey! What's going on? Why is it so dark? Why am I tied up to this chair? Goddess! Help!

GC: ((Turns spotlight on Leicky)) Don't bother calling out bard. In space no one can hear you scream.

LK: Goddess, what are you talking about? ((Looks out the window)) What's the Earth doing out there?

GC: We're in the New Cirran Space Station... So, bard, care to explain this Wumpus felgercarb I've been eating for the last week?

LK: (Frak!) What are you talking about, oh benevolent Goddess?

GC: Don't stall bard. Trancer told me. You have two microns to spill your guts.

LK: It was the Mad Catter! He came up with the whole health-food plan! I'm just an innocent pawn. Don't kill me! I'm too young to go to the Elysian Fields!

GC: No need to worry. ((Ominous)) I'll make sure you don't ever see the Elysian Fields.

LK: (Lords of Kobol!)

GC: Now, when I said spill your guts, I meant that literally. ((Looks expectantly at Leicky))

LK: ((Faints))

GC: Drats! Oh well, I guess it's time to visit the ol' Catter.