Captain Qwark should have been happy here! He had all the fans he ever wanted, he had money, glory, doting attention — he just couldn't get enough!
So then why was he staring up at the ceiling, looking up in the rafters at someone else?
The young blue-skinned woman was sitting on one of the rafters, a noose around her neck. Qwark knew she had the key code he needed to leave this place, and if she killed herself now, he'd be stuck here forever — like he'd ever want to leave the way it was now. Only thing was, once she was dead, the others might start asking why Qwark didn't save her . . . they'd turn on him, jump him, rip him apart!
"Get down from there! You have so much to live for!" Qwark called up there, making his way towards a ladder propped against the wall — it wasn't tall enough to reach her, but he'd be able to hit a series of swingshot targets that would do just fine.
"Fuck you!" The woman hissed. "You're just a selfish schmuck! You don't care about me, you care about your new brownnosers thinking you're a hero! You're nothing!"
"Don't make me come up there and give you a spanking, young lady!" Qwark admonished her as he climbed the ladder. "Justice always finds a way!"
She glared at him, cinching the noose just a little tighter around her neck. "This ain't justice."
Qwark's eyes narrowed as he tried to get up there, to get closer to her. He couldn't give up on her; he couldn't let these people see him falter and fail! "Come on, girl, if nothing else, why don't you let the Qwarkster take you for a ride? I'm sure once you've had some fun you'll change your tune . . ."
The girl glared at him, before standing up, hatred in her eyes even as she let what looked suspiciously like a suicide note flutter to the floor. "Just as arrogant as ever. You want to fuck me that badly? Hope you're into necrophilia, you pompous prick!"