To Boldly Flee: Part 4

Back on the Exit Strategy.

NC: Paw. Report!

Paw: Uh, 3-Bedroom, 2-Door Garage. Lighting could use a little work.

NC: I mean whose on it?

Paw: Oh, um. Yeah, um. (Checking his scanner again)

Cut to Terl.

Henchman: Sir, the Critic's ship is requesting contact.

Terl: Let them eat static!

Paw: Sir, all I'm getting is static.

NC: Go to Spoiler Alert!

(The siren for Spoiler Alert goes off. It also says "Plug Ears. Close Eyes")

Snob: Should I arm the photon right shells(?) (To Luke) It is so cool we have that.

Luke: Yeah!

NC: Not yet.

Terl's henchman: They still haven't raised their shields, Sir.

Terl: Of couse. We are one big happy home-owners association. Ah, Critic. My old friend. Have you not heard the PsyClown* proverb that says that revenge is a dish best served luke-warm with a side of mashed potatoes and that gray little thickits(?) of skin on top that get stuck in your teeth? (Zod looks confused) Well, it's very luke-warm with a side of mashed potatoes and that gray little thickits that get stuck in your teeth. (Whispering) In spaaaaace! (Zod still looks confused) Oh, bite me. It's fun.

(*That's what it seriously sounded like)

Phelous and SadPanda put Spoony's arms on their shoulders.

Phelous: All right, let's get you out of here.

Voice: Ahem!

''Three of Terl's henchmen are holding guns. The three look at Sage.''

Sage: (Remembering) Oh, um. Yeah, I'm sensing impending danger.

''Panda smacks his head. Mechakara looks at NChick/Seven of Eleven as she places her hand on a device.''

Zod: Are you sure this is going to work?

Terl: You give these critics too much credit.