Skipper's eyes glazed over. "Must…serve…Blowhole."

"It worked perfectly!" Blowhole grinned. "Now to use it on the rest of you…"

"We've got to save Skipper!" Private cried, running towards him. "Skipper, this isn't you! Snap out of i-"

BAM. Skipper had thrown Private against the wall.

"Okay, emotional reasoning didn't work," Kowalski muttered. "Maybe force will! Rico!"

Rico coughed up a pair of nunchuks and started waving them around.

Skipper charged at them. Rico stalled him momentarily with a hit. Skipper blinked for a moment, then grabbed the nunchuks out of his hand and knocked him and Kowalski out.

"No!" Sandy groaned. "They're too attached to him to hurt him."

"I'm not," Shelley growled, rushing after him. He went to hit her, but she jumped over his flipper and landed on his other side. She tried to grab at him, but he slipped under and kicked her down.

"Shelley!" She looked around, but Hunter was nowhere to be found. "Hunter, no…"

"And now, Sandy, it's your turn." Blowhole went to press the button.

"Wait a minute!" Molar sharply yelled, wheeling on her own Segway over to him. Hers noticeably had no buttons or controls. "I have to say something."

"Well, make it quick!"

"Oh, I will. Let me just help you with something first…" She leaned in and pushed him off his own Segway, hopping on it.

"Hey! What gives?"

"It was nice getting all this technology from you," Molar smirked, "but I rule the world alone."

"That's not fair!"

"Life's not fair, sugar. Let me just change the commands a little…and now everyone will be devoted to me…"

"Must…serve…Molar…" Skipper was hunched over in pain from the new commands.

"Good boy, Skipper. And now…for Sandy." She hit a button and the Devotegizer focused right on Sandy.

Sandy screwed her eyes shut, prepared for impact.

"Wheels have been set in motion, and they have their own pace, to which we are…condemned."

"Hunter?" Molar blinked, looking at Hunter standing right in front of her.

"Each move is dictated by the previous one - that is the meaning of order. If we start being arbitrary it'll just be a shambles; at least, let us hope so. Because if we happened, just happened to discover, or even suspect, that our spontaneity was part of their order, we'd know that we were lost. A Chinaman of the T'ang Dynasty - and, by which definition, a philosopher - dreamed he was a butterfly, and from that moment he was never quite sure that he was not a butterfly dreaming he was a Chinese philosopher. Envy him; his two-fold security."

Molar paused. "What the heck did you just say?"

"Distraction."

Molar turned and BAM! Sandy kicked her right in the face, pushing her right down.

"Sandy, how did you…?" Private began.

"Hunter let me out. She's really good at hiding. How do you even do that?"

Hunter shrugged. "Don't know."

"Hunter, Segway!"

Hunter nodded and jumped on the Segway, riding it away from Molar's reach. Sandy went to untie Nina.

"Nina, thank goodness you're oka-" Her flipper was gripped. She turned. "Skipper, let go of me."

He pulled her flippers behind her back. "Never."

A/N: Okay, Hunter's distraction was from a GREAT play called Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead by Tom Stoppard. I included it because I thought that it would be hilarious. Indulge me.