Stuff: This is a bit of a weird chapter!
"You're free to go."
"Huh?" Fry stared blankly at the police officer standing on the other side of the cell bars.
"It's true. Our enquiries have resulted in the testimony of twenty six-and-a-half eyewitnesses who all report seeing you fleeing from a large lizard monster and diving into the restaurant for cover," the officer explained.
"It wasn't a lizard-" Fry stopped as the cop began to look as if he was changing his mind about releasing him. "I mean, of course. Why would I lie?"
The cop unlocked the door and led Fry to the reception area.
"Okay, if you could just sign here...You are agreeing to being released on the condition that you find some pants before destroying any more eating establishments, or you risk being arrested again."
"Uh, sure, whatever," Fry agreed, signing his name. "Now if you'll give me back my package, I'll go and wear as many items of clothing as you like."
"That's not necessary, sir," the cop intoned as he returned Leela's package.
Fry wasted no time in leaving the police station and continuing on his way. He thought that finding some more pants to wear would be a good idea. Not just because he faced being picked up by the cops again for walking around barelegged, but because it was actually quite drafty.
As he was thinking these thoughts, Fry noticed he was passing a couple of young men loitering outside a house. Loud music was issuing from the open doorway. One of the youths gave him a wave and called, "Hey, man."
"Hi," Fry replied, taking in the guy's multi-colored hair and flamboyant clothes. He was holding a bottle of some kind of alcohol. Apparently, he and his friends were having a party.
"Wanna drink?" the guy offered. With no hesitation, Fry eagerly accepted.
The guy, who informed Fry his name was Kolin- "With a K."- lead him into the house and over to a well-stocked bar in the corner. He waved a hand at the selection of beverages on offer, inviting Fry to pick one. Fry did.
The drink, which seemed to be some kind of tangy, liver-flavored beer, was surprizingly refreshing and immediately made Fry forget about the time spent in the police cell.
"You don't happen to have any spare pants, do you?" Fry asked Kolin.
"Sure, man. I've got loads. I only need to wear one pair at a time. Let me grab you some." Kolin, who was beginning to closely resemble a frog, went into another room before shortly reappearing with a pair of bright orange pants with green stripes and pink flames around the cuffs.
"Wow, these are great!" Fry enthused, pulling them on. There was no longer any draft, but there did seem to be a buzzing, gradually increasing in volume. "What's that sound?" Fry enquired.
Kolin shrugged. "The music?"
"Oh, yeah." Fry looked around. "Y'know, the air's a bit purple in here, I think I might go outside for a bit."
Stumbling toward the door, Fry pushed his way through the purple air, which had taken on a hint of pineapple, and finally fell on to the sidewalk outside.
The concrete is quite comfortable tonight, Fry thought, wondering why he could feel the heat of the Sun on his back if it was night. Why are my feet cold? What's that glorious pulsing light?
The flashing red and blue lights became brighter and a higher-toned wail had joined the buzzing.
Fry felt himself rising from the ground, obviously by some kind of levitation. He hadn't known he could do that.
All of a sudden he seemed to be surrounded by walls. Another neat trick! And now it was getting darker, save the bright dancing spots of red and yellow, that is...