You know the drill: Meanwhile, back at the FARTS set...

So then, I dealt the Blue Imp a harsh blow!

Zzzz...

Hey! Are you listening?

*snort* Huh? Oh, yeah yeah yeah, sure.

You didn't hear a word I said, did you? Great, now I have to start the story all over again!

Oh no you don't! I, uh, think we're out of time. Yeah, that's it.

Bah, you just don't want to listen to my story!

If you want to put it that way... no, I don't.

Some talkshow host you are. This is even worse than when you were hosting the mailbag!

Alright, now we're definately out of time. Or at least you are. *pushes the Big Red Button™*

I regret nothiiiiiiinggggg! *falls through a plot hole*

Ahh, haven't done that in so long. Good ol' nostalgia. *sniffs, and wipes away a tear*

I would say that this was all a very bad idea, but it was my idea, so it was obviously brilliant. I'll have to blame it on your collective incompetance instead.

Well you have to admit, the guests weren't exactly the kind we could get along with very well... heck, Zero and Freedan are still fighting.

*from afar* Your hair is so greasy, you could fry a chicken in it!

*from afar* Oh yeah? Well your hair is so greasy, if you went for a swim in the sea, they'd think you were an oil slick!

Bah! I'm sticking with my incompetance theory. Now where's Gilgamesh? Oh, wait, he ran away, right?

He sure did. He was gone pretty much right after this whole thing got started.

Figures. Piano Boy, you're up!

I'm assuming that means me.

Your powers of deductive reasoning are astounding.

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