Meanwhile, at Jason Blevins' office, deep in the Cirran Logic bulding.

Jason (JB): I can't believe you're taking a bag of colored rocks and stones.

Gerry Tentler (GT): Everybody has a hobby. What are you taking?

JB: A picture of my hero. {{Holds up 8x10 glossy}}

GT: Either I'm going blind or that's not a picture of the Goddess.

JB: It's Ernest Borgnine.

GT: I'm sorry, I thought you said that your hero is Ernest Borgnine.

JB: I did say it. You know, Quinton McHale, Dominic Santini...

GT: {{Blank stare}}

JB: Don't you watch *any* television?

GT: If it's older than 10 years it's before my time.

JB: Oh, you poor deluded man...

*Quack* *Quack*

GT: What's that?

JB: That's my pet pelican, Polly. Come here girl!

GT: Mein Gott! It's huge!

JB: It's just a pelican.

GT: I thought such creatures were extinct.

JB: Did you spend your childhood in a box or something?

GT: I don't remember, my childhood is a blur.

JB: Hey! I have just the microchip that can fix that.

GT: {{Backing up}} No Thanks! I don't want to be your guinea pig again!

JB: Well, it's your loss.

GT: So why'd you name it Polly? Isn't that a parrot's name?

JB: Watch this: Polly, say hello.

Polly (PL): Quack, quack.

GT: Wow. It says "hello" in the duck language.

JB: C'mon Polly. Be a good girl. Hello Polly. He-LLO!

PL: {{To Jason}} Leave me alone fatso!

GT: Not what you would call a sunny greeting.

PL: {{To Gerry}} Sunnier than what you have for a face!

Calli and Paul walk in, the Goddess behind them cracking a whip.