(In just a few minutes the 2XL+ had returned, and in just a few more the VIPs had all flown home on wings of sizzling sulfur. As soon as they did Commander Eagle and The Ambassador locked the door of the Observation Deck for a private conference...) "...Hey, I.B.I.D. they have been in there for hours... is there any way you can get some security audio from inside that room...?" "Lt. Commander Grog, what you are suggesting is illegal, invasive and right out of the question, Sir."

"I-KNOW-IT-MAY-SOUND-LIKE-A- SUICIDE-MISSION-COMMANDER- BUT-I-CAN-NOT-IMPRESS- UPON-YOU-ENOUGH-THE- MAGNITUDE-OF-WHAT-IS-AT- STAKE-HERE. I-AM-REMINDED- OF-AN-OLD-BARBIE-PROVERB..." "Ambassador, I understand that the mission is of the greatest importance but I must say again, I do not believe this Crew is ready to go into the Beanie Quadrant. They are young and reckless and they need some kind of warm-up mission! Can you imagine the horrors we would face, and have to endure?"