CL: Right away Goddess! ((Runs out))

GC: Good help is so hard to find. If only I could remember where in Tartarus I left that bard of mine?

Up in the New Cirran Space Station...

Leicky (LK): ((Singing)) 2,854,320 bottles of Pepsi on the wall, 2,854,320 bottles of Pepsi. Take one down and pass it around 2,854,319 bottles of Pepsi on the wall...

Computer (CO): Please stop. I think I'm getting cyberpsychosis.

LK: Sorry. I've been stuck up here for days. Almost as if the Goddess [or a bad writer] forgot where I was.

CO: Perhaps another game of Quake?

LK: Not that again! I'm starting to get Quake dreams, which wouldn't be so bad if my mind could render the graphics better. Don't you have any other games stored in your data banks that I can play?

CO: ((Indignant)) I am a scientific research station with a class A thermonuclear strike capability. I was not designed to be a video game console. (Or a babysitter for that matter)

LK: You must have something.

CO: Well, there is one simulation...

LK: Cool! Let me play it!

CO: ((Sigh)) All right. Starting "Global Thermonuclear War"...

Back on New Cirra. Tevin's Car Dealership.

Tevin Adaultin (TA): Hi Dave, what's up?

Dave Moore (DM): Shhh. I'm hiding. Pretend I'm a customer.

TA: You're still not hiding from Cal are you?

DM: You mean the sacrifice? Nah, I got someone else to take my place.

TA: Good. 'Cause I'm not going up against Cal. She's spooky, spooky like a mad gerbil on methamphetamines.

DM: ((Blank stare))

TA: But that's a story for another time. So who are you hiding from?

DM: Groupies.

TA: Guppies? Like rainbow fish?

DM: No, groupies. Like Slinky Fanatics.

TA: ((Blank stare)) You're kidding.

DM: I'm serious. Ever since I rescued the Goddess' slinky I've been hounded by these groupies. They want my autograph. They rip off my clothing for souvenirs. They want everything. ~Everything~.