"Well?" Dr. Horrible demanded impatiently from his chair.

"Uh... it's coming right up. Okay. Yeah." Moist was sitting at the computer, in a desperate struggle to make the mouse work right. It kept slipping out of his hand, however, and once even slipped so hard, it would have been hurled across the room if not for the chord. "I got it," he sighed relieved as the wanted page showed up on the screen.

"Alright, pick a cool-sounding one," Dr. Horrible grinned and rubbed his hands in anticipation.

"Umm... okay, here's a cool word. 'Aerugo'."

"'Aerugo'," the Doctor repeated. "Hmm. Sounds snooty. Try another one."

"Uh... 'patina'?"

"What?... That doesn't sound right," Dr. Horrible frowned. "Are you sure you have the right word?"

"What word?" Mila asked just as she entered the lab.

"Hm? Oh, we still haven't found a name for my new evil base," Dr. Horrible clarified. "'Lair' is way overused, so we're checking the thesaurus for synonyms."

"For what?" Mila asked, approaching the computer and looking over Moist's shoulder at the screen. Moist shifted nervously.

"For 'lair'," Dr. Horrible snorted. "I thought it was obvious."

Mila stared at the screen for a moment, then said very slowly, "Moist, could you spell out 'lair' for me, please?"

"Um... L... A... Y... E..."

Dr. Horrible's eyes nearly popped out of his head.

"Moist, that's how you spell layer, not lair," Mila said patiently, biting her lip so she wouldn't laugh.

Moist frowned, confused. "...What?"

"They're homophones, Moist," she sighed.

"...They hate gay people?" Moist blinked, his confusion only worsening.

At this point, Dr. Horrible only groaned loudly and smacked his forehead.

"Should I take over?" Mila offered.

"Please," Dr. Horrible's voice rang out, even if his face was now buried in his hands.

"What did I do?" Moist asked desperately.

Mila shooed him away and sat on the uncomfortably dank chair. She stared at the keyboard for a moment, then turned it upside-down. Water-- or, rather, sweat-- dripped out of it.

"Uh, Doctor?" she ventured, "How about next time you need someone to look up something, you call me?"

Dr. Horrible could only groan again, while Moist sat in a corner, confused.

"I'm not a homophone," he muttered to himself.