[There's another scream echoing down the halls of the SOL, another feminine scream - one might be forgiven for thinking Minako's at it again. But no, it's Twilight, running full-tilt down the hall and screaming at the top of her lungs, followed by a... Tom Servo in a brilliant red dress, calling after her almost pleadingly.]

They told me you wanted to dance the tango! Why don't you want to?

STOP! GET AWAY FROM ME! I'LL KICK YOU INTO NEXT WEEK IF YOU DON'T!

[Cambot turns to track them as they blaze past and continue on down the hall.]

But we're meant to, don't you see?!

GET AWAY! GET AWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!

[...Just another day on the SOL.]

[Linkara. Cambot. Futon. He doesn't look too terribly amused.]

This week's shenanigans look pretty scattered, right? I mean, we have some people seeing dead people, or ghosts, or possibly sharing hallucinations - whatever you want to call it. On top of that, Terra suddenly has super strength and Riku's afraid of red. [Yep, somebody's been keeping up on what's going on over Cambot.]

It does look pretty random...until you remember that the Mads' special guest during their last transmission was M. Night Shyamalan. Those of you who know who he is probably have a good idea of what's coming next, or at least have a few guesses. Those of you who don't...well, the mermaid in the pool might be friendly but I wouldn't risk it, don't go near the elevators, and stay off the nature deck.

[Minako has thankfully recovered from her hysteria upon learning she's now married to the one person she never even wanted to date on the SoL. The piles of eaten ice cream cartons notwithstanding. She still looks a tad angry, and also...a bit determined?]

OK! Its time for me to get down to business! No more crying!

One, 90s Kid, I want a divorce.

Two, someone has stolen my bow - the one I put in my hair - and I want it back. Immediately. Its an important item to me with a lot of sentimental value, and if one of you who's under this spell has shot it out the airlock or set it on fire or whatever, you better hope you can pay for another one!

Three, I remember more of what happened in Vegas now that there are no effects of that Klingon booze that someone said was Diet Mountain Dew...[this is spoken through gritted teeth] Now that that has worn off, I realized something, and this one is super important! Its about the guy who, uh, officiated over our wedding. I can see my soon to be former husband--[again, spoken through gritted teeth]--has neglected to mention it.

[A clearing of the throat.]

His name was Joel Robinson. He knows we're up here. And he told us why too.