Scott eyed up AntiHomestar's stash of treasures in frustration. There were many intricate mechanical devices and strange weapons mixed in with some other expensive looking finds; none of them interested Scott though. His mind was set on one particular object, and of course that was the one he couldn't find in the carefully organized collection of trophies.

He perused the collection one last time before moving on to rummage through a chest at the end of AntiHomestar's bed. No luck again. He slammed the chest closed in frustration. "Where the hell did he put it!"

"Lose something, sweetheart?"

Scott spun around to face the voice. Black dress, purple streak in her hair, way too much makeup; it was AntiMarzipan. "Oh, heh heh. Hi there… uh, Marzipan. You know Homestar just sent me up here to find the transphere. Have you seen it?" He silently prayed that AntiHomestar hadn't had a chance to tell her he'd been relieved of his services at the castle yet.

AntiMarzipan blinked. "Oh. Well I have it." She produced the sphere, but kept it carefully out of Scott's reach.

"Great, you can hand it over now," Scott commanded.

AntiMarzipan hesitated and then smiled, slipping the sphere into her purse. "No, I don't think so honey. I'll get in trouble."

"You'll only get in trouble if you don't hand it over, now give it to me!" Scott urged impatiently.

"Nope. Homestar said you ain't working for us no more so I can't give it to you," AntiMarzy stated resolutely.

"But you- agh, come on Marzy…" Scott paused. Suddenly he had an idea. He pointed out at the hallway. "Hey, I think I saw a puppy."

"Where?" AntiMarzipan spun around, and Scott grabbed the sphere from her. Not the most ingenious plan, but it worked well enough against the not so sharp wits of AntiHomestar's purple-blonde babe. Scott chuckled to himself as he ran down the hall. Knowing her she was probably still trying to locate the puppy.

He fiddled with the sphere a bit to find the controls. It was a bit different from his design, but shouldn't be too hard to-

"Whoa!" Scott stumbled forward, colliding with the stone floor painfully. Someone had tripped him. He clenched the sphere and looked up at his assailant.

Agent Z smirked down at him. "Fool," he snorted haughtily. "You think my lord would entrust Marzipan with the real transphere?"

Scott blinked as Agent Z grabbed the sphere out of his hand. He made a move to detain Scott, but Scott managed to kick him off and roll to his feet. Then he made a break for the main doors, though he only succeeded in gaining a few feet before once again his escape was rudely interrupted. He was yanked backwards unceremoniously by the collar of his shirt, this time by AntiHomestar himself.

"Okay, that hurts." Scott gagged. AntiHomestar slammed him against the wall. He inspected his captive briefly before shoving him toward Agent Z. "Put him in the dungeon with the others."

"Hey, you know- I helped you!" Scott pointed out angrily.

"Good for you. Maybe I'll let you live to see your world conquered as well." AntiHomestar smirked before walking away.

Agent Z led Scott to the dungeon before he could say anything more.

AntiHomestar made his way to his study to resume poring over an assortment of papers that were scattered across his desk. When Agent Z returned he glanced up briefly. "Ah, about time you showed up. I was wondering your opinion on something."

"Yes, m'lord?"

"Well I've been thinking, this Scott… he knows the layout of the Atlanta universe quite well… in addition to the local customs, the defenses. I wouldn't have enough to go on just from what he's told me to feel confident about a takeover. Do you think he's worth sparing despite the risk he poses to our operations? Or should I just get rid of him and find someone else on the other end of the portal."

Agent Z thought out his response carefully. "Well I don't deny the fact that it would give me great satisfaction to see him destroyed. But if I may say so, sire, we know more about Scott and his weaknesses than any other citizen of that land and it seems a safer bet to use him to our advantage while we have him."

AntiHomestar 'hmmed,' not sounding overly enthusiastic about the advice. Agent Z cleared his throat nervously.

"Or we could always compromise…"

AntiHomestar perked up. "What do you mean by that?"

"We don't have to destroy him, we could just make him suffer. Enough to teach him a lesson." Agent Z explained.

AntiHomestar laughed. "You honestly didn't think I'd just let him off scott free -- if you'll excuse the expression – in the event that I DID decide to let him live, did you?"

"Well no –"

"But yes, I know what you are getting at. Thank you, Agent Z." AntiHomestar shuffled a few papers and started organizing them, turning his attention away from the spy.

"You're welcome, sire. Oh and by the way, the decoy transphere was an excellent idea." Agent Z remarked as he headed out the door, but AntiHomestar suddenly barred his way.

"What did you say?" AntiHomestar inquired slowly.

"The decoy." Agent Z replied, confused. "Scott saw Marzipan with it and assumed that she – "

"Marzipan BROKE the decoy yesterday, you idiot." AntiHomestar growled. "Are you telling me that she was wandering around with MY transphere and you did nothing?"

"Well of course I took it from Scott immediately!" Agent Z stammered. "I mean, he got it away from her b- but thankfully I took it…" He searched his pockets desperately for the sphere, but with no success.

"Where is my transphere, spy?" AntiHomesetar snarled. Agent Z swallowed nervously and backed into the wall.