Yes, it is I. May I join you?

TBH: <recovering first> : Wall Street??? What are YOU doing here?

Wall Street: I've been enjoying consuming many dot-coms over the past year. Now it is your turn. I've come to warn you that you have until tomorrow to update your site. Then you are finished! >:-D

TBH: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

HTWD: You're killing timmybighands.com? You bastard!

TBH: <getting up> : I have to get over there and do one final update tomorrow! Find someone to take my place, guys.

<As TBH leaves, Dellyone and HTWD glare at Wall Street>

HTWD: I guess you had better sit down and take his place until we can get someone else over here.

WS: Very well.

D1: I better go too. SL4ever will be finishing his segment of the Story Game soon.

<Dellyone leaves and Wall Street sits down.>

HTWD: I hate you.

WS: Invest more wisely next time. I only consume the foolish, it doesn't get any more Darwin than that.

<scene change to Diana flipping through a phone book>

WS: There must be a Star Trek store somewhere! I've lost my technobabble book!

<Maggie comes in and sits next to Diana> : "What are you looking for?"

HTWD: A way out of this chicken->:-# operation. Bus stations, bus stations, COME ON!

Diana: "There's no shame in seeking professional help."

WS: Unless you have a shameful problem like random orgasms or being a First Wave fan.

Maggie: "From the yellow pages?"

HTWD: You know, when MAGGIE thinks what you're doing is stupid, it's time to turn in your PhD.

<Maggie snatches the phone book and tosses it aside.>

Diana: "What is wrong with you? Remmy could be sick. Don't you want to help him?"

WS: I'm sorry, but much as I loathe to agree with Maggie on ANYthing, looking up "Shrinks-R-Us" in the phone book is not the answer.

<The door to the corridor is ripped open.>

SL4: YOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!

WS: Isn't that getting a little old? Just come in and sit your >:-# down!

SL4: Sorry. <closes the door and takes a seat> For a minute there I thought you were here for me, but then I noticed Timmy was gone. Whew!

Maggie: "Sorry ... it's just ..."

HTWD: ... I've always hated you. Until now I've been able to swallow my rage.

Maggie: "He's never talked about what it was like in that Kromagg prison."

WS: They made him bathe with a cup of water and a toothbrush, it was awful.

Maggie: "I'd try to draw him out on it, but he'd just change the subject."

SL4: When did you try to draw him out on it? You were always too busy making goo goo eyes at Quinn all the time!

Maggie: "After a while I quit trying."

HTWD: Maggie's moral: if it gets a little hard, quit trying.

WS: That riff sounds naughtier than it really is.

Diana: "You're right not to push. He has to come to terms with it at his own pace."

SL4: Well thank you for that confirmation! You know, I was just wondering this morning what your take on how Maggie was handling that was.

Maggie: "That wasn't why I stopped."

HTWD: Me stopping had more to do with the time he pimp slapped me and told me never to bring it up again or he would rip my tongue out of my mouth and shove it up my >:-#.

Maggie: "I couldn't stand the pain in his eyes whenever I brought it up."

WS: Well, stop asking him about it after you make him chili and maybe you won't see the pain.

Maggie: "After a while I thought he'd let it go but..."

SL4: I demand proof that these bogus conversations ever took place!

Diana: "Look, I probably overreacted as well."

HTWD: I'm sorry I called you a self important hussy.

Diana: "You know me, when all else fails, turn to science."

WS: Then what was this stuff about shrinks? You show me a real doctor who thinks that psychology is real science and I'll show you a person with a PhD who NEEDS a shrink!

Maggie: "And when science fails?"

SL4: I don't know, Maggie. Get the implants taken out and go back to what God gave you?

<scene change to Mallory and Remmy>

Mallory: "I can't say who you saw or thought you saw, but Maggie said there's not much hope Wade's still alive."

HTWD: Is it a good idea to rely on the estimation of someone who hated Wade?

Remmy: "She's alive. I can't explain it, but ... I felt her."

WS: I didn't know they had that kind of relationship. :-P~~~~~~

SL4: Don't do that. It's disconcerting when Wall Street leers.

Remmy: "That's something you can't just dream."

SL4: I beg to differ. I dreamt just last night about touching Wade. :-D

Remmy: "Wade's out there somewhere and we've got to find her."

HTWD: Well, you've been doing a stellar job of that for the last 1 ½ seasons.

Mallory: "But none of us saw her."

WS: Translation: you're either a lying dirtbag or insane.

Mallory: "And even if we had, how do we track her down?"

SL4: I don't know! Let's find Diana's phone book and look under "goldfish tanks" and see if anyone has purchased a large one recently!

Remmy: "I don't know, but we gotta do something."

HTWD: Well, I imagine you're going to do SOMETHING regardless. Can you be a little more specific?

<Remmy suddenly grabs his temples and writhes in pain.> Mallory <sighing> : "Here we go again."

WS: <mimicking Remmy in a pain-filled voice> : I'm ... sorry ... that ... my ... agony ... is so ... inconvenient ... for you ... you >:-#.

<Suddenly a vortex appears in the room> Mallory <to the other two in the living room> : "Um guys, I think you'd better get in here!"

SL4: Really???? Thanks for letting them know. Even though they could see and hear the vortex from where they were, I'm sure your snippy little voice was the impetus they needed.

<Diana grabs the PDL and takes a reading>

Maggie: "What the hell is that thing?"

HTWD: I know I'm stepping off the deep end here, Maggie, but MAYBE it's a vortex.

Diana: "I – I don't know!"

WS: Try the phone book again, maybe they have a listing for a competent Slider Scientist.