The Goddess' Temple. The Goddess (GC) is sitting on her comfy chair (err, throne) sideways, back against one of the arm rests and legs draped over the other arm rest, idly filing her nails.

GC: Sooo, nothing's happened in a while. I wonder how the High Priest and Priestess are doing with that little mission?

SL: ...

GC: They better not have rescued Heresy without telling me.

SL: ...

GC: {Sigh} I'm bored. Bored, bored, bored. Booo-rrred.

SL: ...

GC: What we need around here is some excitement.

SL: ...

GC: What we need is an activity, something that will entertain me. Like the time I put the Bard [not Melissa] in a rat maze and sicked a tiger on her.

SL: ...

GC: Ok, that wasn't as funny as I thought it would be. Good thing Trancer was around to patch up the claw marks.

SL: ...

GC: Maybe if we put everyone on the Space Station and have them fight it out, Mortal Kombat style.

SL: ...

GC: A desert island? I guess then it wouldn't mess up the Space Station, we both know Tower would throw a fit.

SL: ...

GC: Eh? Not to the death?

SL: ...

GC: Contests? Voting people off the island?

[At this point I hope that no one's ever done this plot before as a CRS skit.]

SL: ...

GC: I can't imagine that would be fun at all.

SL: ...

GC: Yeah, right. Like people would watch that.

SL: ...

GC: Well, I suppose it's worth a try.

SL: ...

GC: Trust you eh? What the heck. Who should I send to the island?

The Goddess' Slinky (SL) does nothing, laying on a nearby table.

GC: {Sigh} I guess this would be better if you were a volleyball with a face painted in blood.

[End Part 25]