Wight: Mosh! ((Piles onto The Mad Catter)) (And so BarbWyre says to me, you want to be a bad guy? And I say, yeah baby! I wanna be bad! I says, sure sub-space ponies, I'm making gravy without the lumps! AHHHHAHAHAHAHAHA! -- And that's when I joined the EMM...)

MC: ((A broken heap on the floor)) Feel better now, Samantha?

SM: Yes, I think I do feel better. ((Big smile))

Meanwhile, up on the New Cirran Space Station...

Leicky (LK): A Quake Total Conversion of New Cirra? This I gotta see!

Computer (CO): Loading "Welcome to my world..."

Back on New Cirra...

BE: So was the High Priest confirmation ceremony all that you imagined?

Michael Rudy (MR): I don't think I could have imagined what actually happened.

BE: Tell me, do they actually sacrifice marmots?

MR: ((Looking around to make sure they aren't overheard)) Well, it's not technically a sacrifice. Let's just say the marmots aren't happy afterwards.

BE: Was the Goddess there?

MR: I'm not sure. It was a dark room with a glitter dome providing the only light. Light and shadow everywhere. And the music: it was weirdly hypnotic and yet repulsive. Sometimes I wake up at night screaming from that experience.

BE: Geez. Sounds like Matt's apartment.

MR: (Rats! I'll tell Cal that we hold the next ceremony someplace else.)

BE: ((Walking up to the punch bowl)) That cake sure made me thirsty.

LC: Halt! None may drink from the sacred punch.

BE: What?

LC: The Goddess said none may drink the punch except for herself.

MR: Maybe we should get a drink from the kitchen. As the holy books say, "Don't mess with the Goddess' punch (or other delicious beverages)".

BE: Eh?

MR: Book 4 chapter 12 verse 2.

BE: Oh yeah... But I only want a small drink. I'm dying of thirst here!

LC: None shall pass.