Later that day Soda was sitting in his room, gazing in the mirror. "I'm gorgeous!" he said. After a few minutes he heard some pitiful whimpering coming from out on the street. He managed to tear himself away from the mirror long enough to look out the window to see what was going on. He was surprised to see a small, wounded puppy sitting in the road. "Aww," he said, "It's a puppy and it's wounded." He decided that he would go out and try to help it.

When he stepped outside the house he was surprised to see that someone had gotten to the puppy all ready. "Mike, what are you doing here?" he asked.

"I'm not doing anything!" she gasped, stepping forward as if to hide the puppy by standing in front of it.

"Yes you are, you're saving that puppy!"

"No I'm not!" she was becoming rather defensive.

"Well, don't get all worked up. I don't really care."

"Well, you better not tell anyone! I don't wanna ruin my reputation."

"What reputation?" Sodapop was becoming increasingly bored of the conversation.

"Well, incase you haven't noticed, I'm known for being pretty tough."

"I think you're known for being pretty annoying."

"You wanna fight? I can take you so easy it wouldn't even be funny!"

"When you say that it sounds so dirty," this comment was delivered with a complete deadpan. If you were there I'm sure you would've laughed.

Mike didn't laugh, "Come on," she said, "Take your best shot!"

Soda really, really wanted to but he knew that that would just make her too happy so instead he said, "I don't hit girls."

As he predicted, this made her furious, "I'm tougher than any of you greasers!" she cried.

Just then Dally walked over, "Hey Soda," he said, "Can I crash here tonight?"

"Yeah," said Soda.

Dally looked at Mike. "What's going on, what's she doing here?"

"Oh, she was just saving that wounded puppy."

"No kidding? That's fantastic."

"Soda you said you wouldn't tell anyone!"

"No. I distinctly remember not saying that."

Just when it looked like Mike was about to go away, Kaiytieralyn walked over. "Hi guys," she said, "What's happening?"

"Don't you have somewhere to be?" asked Dally, "Maybe a social event somewhere?"

"Silly," she replied, "I moved into your house, I just know we're going to get along perfectly!"

Dally paled significantly. This was quite remarkable, as he was already very pale, "What?" he finally managed to ask.

"Remember, I'm your twin sister."

"I remember…oh God, I tried so hard to forget!"

Sodapop also looked rather pale. It was obvious that he felt sorry for Dally. "You can stay at our place as much as you want, Dally."

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it."

"Hey," Dally said, brightening slightly, "Between your house and Tim's maybe I won't have to go home at all!"

"Exactly," Soda reassured.

In order to provide some comedic irony, Dally said, "Even though those things are reassuring, I don't think the situation could get any worse."

Then, finishing off the ironic, yet highly predictable situation, Eric walked over and said, "Hey my homey g-dogs."

"Soda," Dally said, "What d'you think would happen if we killed him. I mean, he's from the future so maybe he wouldn't even leave a body."

"I don't know Dal, it might not work out that way."

"Hmm, but do you think it's worth the risk?"

Before Soda could answer Erik said, "Stop talking about me like I'm not here!"

"No," said Dally, but then he couldn't think of anything else to say so he went inside and fell asleep.

Soon after, Soda went in as well.