WI: I suppose it wouldn't be so bad if she wasn't the only one moshing.

GC: Where's that High Priestess with my punch?

CL: ((Pouring some punch)) And then Jennifer ran off?

EH: Yup. That was a weird scene. Almost like they were acting out parts in some tale set a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far, away...

CL: Well, I gotta take this punch over to the Goddess. ((Walks off))

TA: ((Walks up to Erin)) He he he.

EH: What's so funny?

TA: Seeing as this is the Mad Catter's birthday bash, I spiked the punch when I got here.

EH: You what!?! But the Goddess...

TA: Oh, don't worry. She's gotta be asleep by now. This after-midnight party was a great idea!

EH: But the Goddess...

TA: Yup. The party should be livening up soon!

EH: But the Goddess...

TA: I told you, the Goddess will never find out.

EH: No you moron! The Goddess is at the party!

TA: Eh? Well, that could pose a problem or two.

GT: ((Sing.)) But the clock ticks on and on, it won't rest for a while, there's nothing we can do to stop the course of time.

GC: Stopping time is easy. Getting one of those model ships into a bottle, now that's hard.

CL: ((With the cup of punch)) Here you go Goddess.

GC: Finally! ((Gulp gulp gulp)) Tangy! Go get me another cup.

CL: Yes, ma'am. ((Leaves))

Samantha McCullah (SM): So, High Priest, what kind of things are you supposed to do?

Michael Rudy (MR): Well, Cal said the High Priest has the sacred duties of throwing out the Temple garbage, mowing the Temple lawn, and cleaning the Temple attic, among other jobs.

SM: Hmm. And what did you give Cal for this privilege?

BW: Mosh! ((Runs into Michael and they both fall down))

MR: Ouch!

SM: ((LOL))