(Ken is riding on a plane, reading 16 magazine.)

Ken: (looks at his watch, then waves at a passing stewardess) Excuse me, miss Stewardess lady?

Stewardess: Yes, sir?

Ken: How long until we arrive in Denver?

Stewardess: About 20 minutes, sir.

Ken: Ah, good! Because I have to rescue a very pretty little boy named Nagi so that he'll…repay me in a certain way *if* ya know what I mean…*grins*

Stewardess: *eyes widen, she backs away*

Ken: *still grinning…*

(at the hotel…)

(Crawford has dragged a still unconscious and very beat-up Schu into the kitchen and into the pantry)

Crawford: *lets him go and leans over panting* Hell, how much do you weigh? *nudges him onto his stomach with his foot*

Schu: *reaches out and grabs Crawford's ankle*

Crawford: Ah, I thought you fainted!

Schu: *slurred* Are you calling me faaaaaaaaaaaat???? Oh, I'll get yoooooooooouuuuu…

Crawford: *kicks him in the head*

Schu: Don't make me come up there, Sarah Plain and Tall!

Crawford: O.o *kicks his hand off and walks out, locking the door*

Schu: No, wait! Brad, don't leave me here! *gets up and starts banging on the door* I'm sorry I tried to kill you!

Crawford: Likely…

Schu: *'cries* Precious, I think you hurt me really bad…

Crawford: *smirks*

Schu: Listen, Brad, just let me out of here and we'll pretend this never happened…

Crawford: Kiss my ass!

Schu: Oh, that's it! *starts kicking the door like hell* LET ME OUT NOW, OR I SWEAR THAT WHEN I'M IN A MORE…BETTER STATE OF MIND, I'LL SEND YOU A MENTAL BLAST THAT YOU WON'T FORGET!

Crawford: *walking away* Bye, Schu…

Schu: Bastard! *kicks the door and stubs his toe* OW! SON OF A BITCH! *sits down, pulls off his shoes and huggles his foot, then looks up and grins* Hey, Brad, you've got a big surprise coming to you…go check out the phone lines…

Crawford: No.

Schu: *glares* No, you have to! See, I cut them off, so that you can't communicate with civilization.

Crawford: …and?

Schu: …and…stuff…DAMMIT!

(3 hours later…)

(Schu is sleeping on a bunch of sacks of food)

Schu: *snores loudly*

(knock on door)

Schu: *eyes pop open and he yawns* Brad? Did you come back to apologize to me, hm? *quietly laughs to himself* Sucker…*sees a bag of lollipops on the floor* Ooh, yummy! *dumps the bag in his mouth, wrappers and all* Oh, yeah, so good…

Farfello's voice: Mr. Schuldig, you've failed your mission.

Schu: …Farfie? Hey, baby! Care to join me in here? *winks at him, oblivious to the fact that they're separated by a big ass wall*

Farfello: *sighs* I'm beginning to think that you really are incompetent.

Schu: Ah, quit your bitching, I'll kill them after I finish playing with Mr. Potato Head. You're very welcome to join me if you like…now where did my tennis ball go?

Farfello: Well, that's fine. Just kiss your Jagermeister goodbye…

Schu: *jumps up and stares at a can of beets* I'm sorry, Mr. Potato Head, I have some business to take care of…*picks up the can and kisses is, then cradles it in his arms* But afterwards we'll have allllllll the time in the world…

Farfello: *hand to head*