*watches as the hippies start "grooving" to the music* Hey! You lazy bums! You're supposed to clean up that mess! Man... good help is hard to clone. ...hey, where'd Rast go?

*runs back unto the set* ...phew. I really shouldn't drink so much Kool-aid.

Oh, I see. Well, I wouldn't be surprised if the next thing that hits the market is Poké-Cola.

ARGH! No! Then they could put psycho-active chemicals in our food supply and turn us all into mindless zombies!

Couldn't they already do that with the Pokémon candy, Pokémon pasta, Pokémon whateverelsethereis...?

True... but I don't eat any of that stuff.

And you would drink Poké-Cola?

Well... only if that's all there was.

Well then, no problem, is there? Unless Nintendo gains so much power they can control what we can and can't eat... there's a scary thought.

Sure is... Hey! Where's those janitors?

I don't have any but Ultros, Zell, Wonder Boy, Super Mutt and all those cloned Hippies. The Mutt can only really make more mess, and everybody else is either gone or... busy.

*chants briefly, Ramuh appears* Ramuh, use that huge beard of yours to mop all that blood and guts up.

*looks at Rast incredulously*

OK... just ask Macc where the mop is.

*whistles, a Nu appears* Here you go, steal one from him.

*digs a thief glove out of his backpack, puts it on, then steals a mop and gives it to Ramuh* *puts the thief glove back* OK, now mop the floor Ramuh.

*nods and starts mopping*

*bops the Nu on the head*

At the tone, the time will be 23.45 and 38 seconds. Nuuuuuu!

You dumbass, that's all wrong! How many times do I have to tell you the time before you get it right?

Hmm... *looks at his watch* it's... well, in your time zone it's... uhh...

Well, whatever it is, it isn't right. It's much later than that.

Gee... it's nice to know I'm not the only one who stays up all night every night.

Definately not. Sleep is highly overrated.

*finishes mopping, then vanishes; the mop clatters to the floor*

*uses a whip to retrieve the mop* There you go... *gives the mop back to the Nu*.

*just stands there spacing out*

Now then... what were we talking about last? Torturing Ultros? Hmmm... no, that's no good anymore...

I forgot again... I'm sure I can find some notes in this backpack though... *Turns the backpack upside down. All manner of stuff starts coming out. Eventually the audience, stage, and most of the block are completely covered with random junk*

*standing on top of his desk* Now was that really necessary?

*pops his head out the top* Here it is! We were talking about torturing Ultros.

...only to find out what I already knew?

No matter, I can clean it up. *chants again, Typhoon appears and whirlwinds everything back into the backpack* Hey! Where'd the audience go?

Oh no! Get that guy away, Ultros has some kind of strange power over him. For some reason, he does everything Ultros says.

Argh! Typhoon, shoo! *Typhoon disappears*

Phew, that was close. I'm glad Ultros wasn't around. I've never understood how those two got so close, anyway...

Good thing there's a stasis field inside this bag... I'd hate to have all those audience members climbing out all the time.

Hmmm... *takes out a notebook which reads "ways to torture Ultros", scribbles down: "throw random audience members at him"*.

Heh. I think we must have random enemies for an audience, since they're suicidal too and there's always lots and lots of them. See, here come some more. *points to more audience members filing in to replace all the ones that got toasted by Bahamut or sucked into the bag*.

*throws the Nu in the audience* There, then. Alright, now I guess it would only be fitting to bring out the second guest while we still have as many audience members as we started with.

There's another guest?

Yup... I thought for sure I'd spoil the surprise back there, but I managed to contain myself all this time. Now, please welcome my second guest...

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