[pshrynk]

Adrian was sitting at his "desk", playing with his executive toys when the door burst open and a very peeved pshrynk came flouncing through.

"What the Hell? One of the main characters dies after visiting that little island of yours? Who's going to *garbled transmission* I'd like to know?"

Adrian quickly picked up the script and thumbed through it. "Eek?"

"No, the socks are on the other side of the room *garbled transmission* and couldn't possibly do it. And before you ask, the Pilot can't do it, either, since he's passed out."

"Ook?"

"Oh, that would make a lot of sense! Hilda *garbled transmission* when it was her that *missing treanscription*, now wouldn't it?"

"Oook!"

"You'll be busy trying to pull the head off *garbled and missing phrases*. No can do."

"Eek."

"I was hoping you'd see it my way. Nice rower toy, by the way."

"Ook."


In an alleyway behind the casino, there was a sharp Bzzt-Pop! and the smell of ozone. A body materialized in thin air four feet off the ground and fell with a thump.

LeTerrible sat up and said, "Oy!"

The squid reached out and patted him absently on the head.