Even after their run-in with the Commander, Fabian and Thalassa were still in high-spirits. As they painstakingly pounded out the dents in spacecraft SIX, Thalassa belted out the words to all the latest hits, with Fabian occasionally humming along.

"CAUSE I WANT IT ALL, OR NOTHING AT ALL, THERE'S NOWHERE LEFT TO FALL WHEN YOU REACH THE BOTTOM IT'S NOW, OR NEVER! IS IT ALL? OR ARE WE JUST FRIENDS, IS THIS HOW IT ENDS WITH A SIMPLE TELEPHONE CALL, YOU LEAVE ME HERE, WITH NOTHING AT ALL!" Thalassa sang at the top of her voice. She didn't know the rest of the song, so she just made up the words as she went.

The seconds turned to minutes, which turned to hours, and they still hadn't even finished polishing Spacecraft SIX. They were no longer gleeful, they had suddenly realized that it was very dull, painful work.

"My arm is officially numb!" whined Thalassa, as she vigorously scrubbed at a slight blemish in the metal-siding.

"Oh quit complaining!" snapped Fabian. "This would all be much easier if you would just shut-up!"

"But…" Thalassa didn't get to finish whatever she was saying, because she was suddenly hit on the face with a wet, soapy sponge. "Oh you're in for it now!" she threatened, as she picked up the bucket of water.

"You wouldn't dare!" challenged Fabian.

"Oh wouldn't I?" Thalassa asked, moving a bit closer. "Here's a little taste of what's coming for you." She dipped the bucket slightly, and let the cold water slowly drip down the back of his neck.

Fabian hunched his shoulders from the cold, and tried in vain to dodge the now steady stream of icy cold water. It was then that he noticed the emergency fire extinguisher on the floor next to him. Keeping an eye on Thalassa, he cautiously reached for the shiny greenish-purple capsule. With a swift movement, he raised the extinguisher up to eye level and released the lever. Thalassa squealed and shielded her head from the white foam that was enveloping her. Fabian seized that moment to run and climb up the side of Spacecraft FIVE.

The Defenders were walking down the corridor to finally continue their daily training session, when they passed the spacecraft chamber. They heard a cacophony of shrieks and yells coming from inside, so they poked their heads in to see what was going on. The scene that met their eyes was laughable. Thalassa, covered in foam, was slipping and sliding across the floor, while Fabian was sloshing more water at her.

"Man, I thought that they were being punished!" exclaimed Shia.

"Yeah," agreed Locke haughtily. "It looks like she's actually having…FUN with him."

"Sheesh, last time I got a punishment like that I sure didn't have fun. I couldn't use my right arm for weeks!" Rando said, while slightly nursing his arm in remembrance.