-Jerry's Apartment. Next day.-

"So are you in, or out?" Elaine asked.

"I'm somewhere in between. She said seven is going to be my lucky number, so I'll find out tonight." Jerry said.

There was a buzzing sound, and Jerry pressed the button to see who it was. "It's George."

Jerry pressed the release so George could come up to his apartment. Jerry and Elaine waited in silence, not having much to say. George walks in wearing a baseball cap, pulled a bit too tightly over his head. Dark brown, lustrous hair could be seen flowing out of the bottom of it.

"Hey Georgey! How's the do?" Jerry asked.

"Wow, it's so lustrous! Let's see the rest." Elaine said.

"No. Nobody's seeing anything. Forget it."George said.

"Why not? It looks great. Give us a look." Jerry continued to urge George.

"No. It didn't take, okay? Just forget it."

"Didn't take? But you've got a flowing mane there." Elaine said.

"It didn't work okay? Just, FORGET IT!" George barely contained a yell.

"GEORGE IS GETTING UPSET!" A muffled female voice said.

"I'm sorry, what?" Jerry asked.

"What? Nothing. No one said anything. If we're not doing anything, I'm gonna go." George said, moving towards the door.

"GEORGE IS PANICKING. HE'S FREAKING OUT, MAN." The voice said again.

"Hold on a second there, speedy." Jerry got between George and the door.

"Jerry. I gotta go Jerry. Let me outta here." George said.

"Where is that voice coming from? It sounds like your mom,.. but more.. Asian-y." Elaine said.

"George. I'm afraid I'm going to have to confiscate the hat." Jerry said.

"Don't do it, Jerry. " George brought his hands to the hat to keep it on his head.

"GEORGE IS SCARED." The mystery voice announced. Jerry grabbed the hat off George's head to reveal a thick dark mane. The hair shined like an otter's wet pelt. "George is afraid the jig is up." The hair flapped while it spoke. It looked like a bird flapping its wings to take flight. Elaine moved to the recliner, from the sofa, to get further away from George.

Jerry stared for a second. "I told you not to go to Chinatown." Jerry gave George the cap back, and got out of the way of the door.

"Thank you for your compassion." George sighed.

"George is regretting it now." The hair spoke.

"Why does it sound like your mother?" Elaine asked.

"It doesn't, it sounds like the witch that did this to me. She just happens to sound a bit like my mother. Except more Asian-y." George said.

Kramer walks in the door and George pulled the hat firmly over his head. "I'm gonna go." George said.

"George is making tracks." The hair mumbled. George was out of the apartment facing away from Kramer when the hair spoke.

"I think he's got something in his throat. He sounds like an Asian woman." Kramer said. He made his way to Jerry's drawers and started rummaging around. "You got any straws, Jerry?"

"Straws? What am I, a daycare?"

Kramer closes the drawer in frustration. "I need straws. That bodybuilder guy is coming over to discuss business with me and Newman. He's got some major dental work, man. Eats everything through a straw. That reminds me, I need your blender too." Kramer grabs the blender from the counter behind him.

"So what's this guy's name anyway?" Elaine said.

"Lord Zedd."

"Lord Zedd? LORD?" Elaine asked.

"Yeah. Lord Zedd, Emperor of Evil. He's a bit eccentric, but who of us isn't?" Kramer said with a half smile.

"Who of us, indeed." Jerry said. "So, he calls himself evil? And you want to go into business with him?"

"It's just for show, Jerry. C'mon, no one is evil. He just wants to be loved, like everyone else. You know how I know he's a good guy? He's a fan of Power Rangers. Yeah, won't stop talking about them. Power Rangers this, and Power Rangers that. I'm going to introduce him to my friend Bob Sacamano. His nephew is a Power Ranger."

"What's a Power Ranger?" Elaine asked. Now that George and his hair were gone, she had moved closer to the conversation.

"You know. Power. Ranger. They're electricians that were in the army. It's a play on words. Look I gotta go buy some straws. I'll talk to you later." Kramer made his way out the door, holding Jerry's blender.

Elaine made her way to the door too. "That's interesting, I should keep that in mind next time Peterman needs me to find an electrician. Power Rangers. Yeah, it has a nice ring to it." Elaine stood at the door and looked at Jerry, while Kimberly appeared behind her. "Easy to remember. Power Rangers. Anyway, I've got to go hire some putties." Elaine turned. "Oh! Hi, Kimberly. I'm just on my way out. Have fun."