Jules Has Needs

Abed woke up in the midst of falling out of a big, wide open Plexiglas cylinder. He looked around and saw himself in a long hallway full of similar cylinders, except these were full of fluid. There were nine in all, each one containing a different member of the study group. Abed noticed, with a small amount of derision, that each one was floating in the fluid in their underwear, closely mimicking the one sequence from The Empire Strikes Back that had always managed to set him off laughing, regardless of his current mood.

Except one. Jeff. He was completely naked, for no apparent reason. Which is exactly the way he'd want to be, I'm sure, Abed thought.

A door on the other side of the room opened and Abed immediately retreated back into his own cylinder, pretending to be asleep while keeping his eyes as barely open as possible. Unexpectedly, a woman whom Abed recognized as none other than Jules Kiki Cobb walked in and approached Jeff's cylinder, made odd kissing motions against the Plexiglas.

"What about Grayson?" Abed blurted out in a hoarse whisper, unable to stop himself.

Jules turned at him with an impassive, unreadable expression on her face. "You wouldn't understand," she said. "Your kind never do." And with that, she walked up to Abed's cylinder and pressed a button, releasing a cloud of what could only be knockout gas, based on the fact that it made Abed go to sleep the second he breathed the stuff in.