Baz: We’re in the sock. Jostein: Jungle, Baz. Baz: Sock. Jostein: Jungle! Baz: Sock! Jostein: JUNGLE! Baz: SOOOOCCCCKKK!!!! [pause] Jostein: Jungle. Luke: This jungle is getting on my nerves. I mean literally. This plant has punctured the skin in my back and has just attached itself to my backbone, and I’m quickly loosing sensation in my everything. TE: That’s a pity. I would have very much liked to have killed you myself at a later date. Luke: Heeeeeelppppp meeeeeeeee!!! He sprouts a tulip or something out of his head. Jostein: I would help you Luke, but you cheated on that game of chess the other day, and I’ve been meaning to get you back ever since. Baz: Sock Plant: Hi, mind if I come along? Kramer: Not at all! Glad to have you on board! Dog: Not literally. INTRO SEQUENCE – FLOWER OF DEATH! Kramer: Dude, where’s my Costanza Falcon? Threatener: Over there. Pan out. The CF is right behind them. Kramer: Oh! OH! Start the Intro sequence again, but then have Graham interrupt it. Graham is holding the CF in his claws. Graham: No wait, you’ve done this part already. Voice from CF: Waaah! Noooo! It’s Graham!!! Graham: Oh, do shut up. Int. Cockpit. Heather is the only person there. Heather: Hi. Graham: Hi there. Kramer around? Heather: No, he’s on some planet in some jungle. Just me and my darling here today. Graham: Being in the cockpit is a rather strange place to be in when you’ve got the whole ship to yourselves, surely? TT walks in. TT: Heh, cockpit. Heather: Yeah Threatener, why aren’t we doing stuff ‘elsewhere’? TT: I told you to fly the ship and try to avoid giant static space monsters of sorts. Heather: I’m not here to take instructions from you! TT: Marry me. Heather: Okay!! Graham: Uhm, giant static space robot waiting for someone to talk to here. Heather: Maybe you should advertise in the personal ads. Graham: Well, this plotline has two ways of ending. TT: Oh? Graham: Yes. TT: Oh? Graham: Either you two can get married, or you two can go and rescue the rest of the crew from the perilous danger they’re in! [pause] Heather: MARRY MARRY MARRY! Then honeymoon! Int. Lounge. Wes: I guess I’ll rescue the crew then. Single-handedly and all. “Meanwhile, while Heather and Threatener prepare for their wedding, Wes goes and rescues the crew” “Both activities take two months” Ext. The churchyard where Nick’s buried. It’s nice and sunny, and there’s a veranda set up, and some seats. Baz and TE are sitting at the back, talking. TE: I hate weddings. Baz: I’m here for the free socks. TE: If this were a soap opera, something bad would have happened already Baz: Yes. TE: How about we, eh, speed along the process? Baz: Okay TE: Bazzu, I’m taking you on as my evil apprentice. Baz: Oh, goody goody gumsocks! TE: Shut up. Now, think of something REALLY evil to do to Heather. Baz: Uhm… how about sleeping with her? TE: As evil as that is, I was thinking of something to make her scream. Baz gives TE a seductive look. TE: in a painful kind of way. Baz: Oh [disappointed]