At this moment, Mr. T's van comes crashing onto the set!

What the... oh, looks like Mr. T is back.

You messed up my van, foo'! Ya know what's good for ya, yer gonna get it all fixed right now!

Uh-oh. I think it's time to go, Lunaris. *walks out of the room, holding his arms over his head to ward off any possible damage and ducking assiduously*

Aw. All right... *follows Cidolfas*

Uh, of course Mr. T, calm down now... first, did you get the Cids back?

Of course I did, foo'! *tosses the Cids from FF II, III, IV, V and VI out of his van*

*walks out of the van calmly* Seeing space again sure felt hella good!

Now about my van...

Sure sure, just get it over to Dr. Doppler somehow and he'll...

The van chooses this exact moment to break through the ground and plummet downwards!

...um. I'm gonna need a LOT of milk to make up for this one. But at least I got my guests back!

*unconscious*

Well, sort of... I guess it's your turn, Cid! ...the only one still standing, I mean.

What the hell do you want me to do? Just sit there and talk to ya? Hell no.

Why the hell not?

I like getting drunk a hell of a lot better! *grabs another beer*

*sigh* Of course, what the hell was I thinking...

Oh, are we all saying hell now? Can I join?

No. Anyway Ultros, looks like we're going to need some more replacement guests. Good thing you got a bunch of backups on stand-by.

Um...

You DID get some backup guests like I asked you to, right?

Oh, sure, sure, let me make a phonecall...

(through the intercom) Hey, Blue Boy! Make with the interviews! This is not entertaining!

Well I'd love to, but where am I going to get a guest in the mean time?

(through the intercom) Do I have to do all the thinking around here? You can interview a staff member for all I care, just do SOMETHING!

Hmmm... a staff member huh? Well Ultros is busy, Gilgamesh is... I don't know where Gilgamesh is... and Dark Macc is out of the question...

Hmpf. Like I would want to be interviewed by you anyway.

I've got it! Rampage, get over here for a sec, will ya?

Rampage...?

Yeah, my cousin. He's the stage manager.

He is? I never saw him anywhere near the stage, not even when I was in control of the HQ.

That's because he hardly ever does anything.

So why not fire him?

What for?

...okay, that's it, I need a drink...

Touch my beer, and die!

Fine, I'll head down to the commissary. This is all too weird for me...

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