SEASON FIVE

EPISODE 9: ETIQUETTE

By: Elektra

 SPACE: THE FINAL FRONTIER. THESE ARE THE VOYAGES OF THE WWF TITANPRIZE. IT'S MISSION: TO EXPLORE AND ENTERTAIN NEW SOCIETIES AND NEW CIVILIZATIONS.  TO BOLDLY GO WHERE NO WRESTLER HAS GONE BEFORE!

TITANPRIZE CREW:

Captain Vincent K. McMahon
First Officer, Commander Shane McMahon
Chief Engineer, Commander Stephanie McMahon
Chief of Chiefs, Commander Linda McMahon
Chief of Security, Commander Kane
Chief Medical Officer, Dr. Taker
Diagnostics Officer, Lieutenant Commander Jericho
Tactical Officer, Lieutenant Commander Austin
Transporter Chief, Lieutenant Commander Debra McMichael
Communications Officer, Lieutenant Rock
Counselor Al Snow (assisted by H.E.A.D.)

... And many more!

WWF TITANPRIZE - CAPTAIN'S READY ROOM

    "Captain's log, Stardate 070320.00. We are currently hosting dignitaries from the corporate planet Viacoma. They have offered their support in sponsoring WrestleFleet ECW class and WWF class ships. Since impressions are very important, WrestleFleet has assigned us an Etiquette Officer..." McMahon looked at the name on the padd beside him, then turned back to his log, "Steven Richards. Hopefully he can whip my crew into respective shapes. I have let them do as they please for far too long. EO Richards will have his work cut out for him. End log..."

    With that, Captain McMahon headed to his bridge.

*    *    *

ENGINEERING

    Lt. Commander Jericho wandered around, inspecting the work of those under his charge, "Wait, Matt... try this... " he said, and punched a few commands into the Aerialian Ensign's station.

    "Hey, thanks Chris!" Ensign Matt replied.

    "Are you doing Ensign Hardly's work for him, Lt. Commander?" an angry voice spoke.

    "I'm helping him, Skankanie... but of course you wouldn't know about helping others..." Jericho replied.

    "Listen you waste of circuits, I am just as capable of helping people as YOU are!"

    "The only ones you help are young, inexperienced Ensigns..."

    "EXCUSE ME!" a voice interrupted. The two turned to see EO Steven Richards glaring angrily. "That kind of conversation is more appropriate in Earth gutters then on a Wrestlefleet ship!"

    "Earth gutters...?" Jericho repeated, then turned to Commander Stephanie, "How does HE know what you crawled out of?"

    "ENOUGH!" Richards snapped before Stephanie could retort, then turned to Lt. Commander Jericho, "The Viacoma dignitaries want to meet WrestleFleet's only android officer. You are to put on your dress uniform and meet us in the Starlight Lounge at 20:00h! There will be a dinner party tonight to welcome them aboard."

    "Starlight Lounge? Where's THAT?!" Jericho asked.

    "It's what you officers used to call The Smackdown. I took the liberty of changing the name to something more appropriate. Your orders are to disengage your emotion chip and---"

    "Disengage my emotion chip?" Jericho sputtered, not liking the sound of that.

    "Yes. The Viacomans have come to see the Titanprize's latest equipment, NOT a smug, arrogant android with an attitude problem. You WILL disengage your emotion chip and behave as a WrestleFleet officer should, or I shall report you to WrestleFleet Headquarters!" With that, EO Richards turned on his heel and left Engineering.

    "Equipment my ass..." Jericho muttered bitterly, "Son of a..." he let the sentence trail and went back to his duties, trying not to punch a hole in the computer screen in front of him.

    Commander Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley couldn’t help but smirk.

    *    *    *

THE STARLIGHT LOUNGE (formerly The Smackdown)

    EO Richards walked in to make sure everything was set for the evening. He came upon Lieutenants Bradshaw and Farrooq, drinking their beers, smoking their cigars, and playing poker. He quickly went up to them and grabbed Farrooq's lit cigar, "This is unacceptable behaviour!" he said.

    Farrooq stood up, "Hey boy... you give that back to me... and I mean NOW!"

    "No. It's not fitting for a WrestleFleet officer to be smoking... especially in HERE, where the dignitaries from Viacoma can easily just---"

    Bradshaw stood up now, "The dignitaries from Viacoma can easily just KISS MY ASS! No one messes with our beer, OR our cigars!"

    "Aren't you two supposed to be on duty somewhere?" EO Richards asked.

    "We're on duty HERE...." Farrooq replied, "Who knows when some barroom brawl may start up, right Bradshaw?"

    "Right Farrooq..." Bradshaw replied, "Who knows when someone might just... SNAP... and attack another officer..." Both security Lieutenants glared at the EO.

    "Umm... er..." he began, "Fine then... just... uh... be on your best behaviour tonight at the dinner party...  in full dress uniform!" With that, EO Richards hightailed it out of the bar.

*    *    *

TITANPRIZE CORRIDORS

    EO Richards took a deep breath. Those two security Lieutenants had VERY bad attitudes! He should inform WrestleFleet....

    "HEY! EO Stevie..."

    EO Richards looked up to see Ensign Godfather with some of his female... associates... "It is STEVEN," he snapped, and frowned at the entourage heading his way.

    "Oooh... sounds like you're under too much stress, man..." Ensign Godfather said, "Hows about you take one of my ladies and..."

    "I can't BELIEVE this!" Richards snapped, "This behaviour is COMPLETELY unacceptable! Get these ladies some clothes... and... keep them AWAY from the Viacomans! If they found out the things that go on aboard this ship behind closed doors..." he shivered.

    "What... afraid they may want to join in, Richards?" Ensign Godfather asked.

    "Just KEEP your associates away from them... and the bright orange vest over your WrestleFleet uniform is NOT standard WrestleFleet issue! Take it off immediately!" Richards commanded.

    How was he EVER going to get these officers to shape up while the dignataries were aboard for the next week? It was almost IMPOSSIBLE!

*    *    *

STARLIGHT LOUNGE

    The music in the Smack---Starlight Lounge was soft and soothing. Terri hated it, as did the crew. They preferred the loud, aggressive music the barkeep usually played.

    "This is awful!" Terri muttered as she stood behind Lt. Commander Jericho. She was wearing a long evening gown that, knowing Terri's usual skimpy clothing, Jericho figured she hated with every fiber of her being. "EO Richards made me put this on," she smiled slyly, "guess I was too much woman for the prissy officer..."

    Lt. Commander Jericho would have laughed, had he been allowed to turn on his emotion chip... but heaven forbid a piece of WrestleFleet equipment showed any sign of a personality to the dignitaries.

    Was he bitter? Even with his emotion chip OFF?

    Terri frowned, "You're really no fun when you stare blankly at everyone, Chris..."

    He turned to her, "WrestleFleet orders forbid me from activating my emotion ship. They are concerned the Viacoman dignitaries may find it unnerving..."

    Terri crossed her arms, annoyed, "The dignitaries can kiss my---"

     "Lt. Commander Jericho..." EO Richards interrupted Terri's rant. He was standing with the Viacomans a few feet away, "Would you please join us?"

    Lt. Commander Jericho did as he was told. He stood stiffly as the dignitaries walked in circles around him, studying him like he was some... some... computer.

    Was that bitterness again? He would have to run a diagnostics check on himself. Find out why he was experiencing these strange electrical surges with his emotion chip inactive.

    "How many calculations can it do?" One of the dignitaries asked. Jericho didn't catch his name, and mentally referred to him as dignitary 1.

    "Tell them, Unit Y2J," EO Richards commanded... as if the Lt. Commander were some sort of dog.

    "I can do over ten thousand calculations per second, " he replied.

    "What is its strength?" another dignitary asked. Dignitary 2.

    "I am able to lift over ten tons..." Jericho replied before EO Richards could command him to answer.

    "And it's speed?" That was dignitary 3.

    "I have the ability to break the sound barrier if the situation calls for it," Jericho answered.

    "Impressive..." Dignitary 1 spoke again. "Can we study it further?" he asked.

    "The Y2J Unit is due for it's annual maintenance tomorrow at 11:00h," EO Richards told them, "You may watch the procedure..."

    Annual maintenance... Jericho thought. He preferred to refer to it as his annual physical, something the other members of the crew had gone through a month ago.

    "Who does the procedure?" Dignitary 2 asked.

    EO Richards answered, "Chief Engineer Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley..."

    Lt. Commander Jericho would have felt horrified and appalled if his emotion chip had been on. Why was SHE doing it? Why not Ensign Matt, or Lt. Jeff?

    "The Chief Engineer takes care of all the computer systems aboard this ship then?" Dignitary 3 asked.

    "Actually," EO Richards replied, "Lt. Commander Jericho is the diagnostics officer... but since it would be unable to give itself a full diagnostic, she is the one that keeps up the Y2J Unit's maintenance,"

    There was that word... maintenance again.  He would have slapped EO Richards for continuously referring to him as a thing if he had been capable of feeling anger at the moment.

     "Can its hair be cut, and grow back again?" Dignitary 2 asked as he tugged at Jericho's long ponytail.

    "It can replicate hair growth, yes," EO Richards replied.

    "Odd," Dignitary 3 said, "It wears its hair almost vainly..." he looked at EO Richards, "but then the Y2J Unit isn't capable of being vain, is it?"

    "No no!" EO Richards spoke quickly, "Of course not! In fact, I will have its hair cut tomorrow..."

    "Oh no you won't!" Chyna spoke up, overhearing everything. She had been waiting tables, and noticed the way Richards and the dignitaries had been treating Jericho, "You will leave his hair just the way it is!"

    "Excuse me, but I am a WrestleFleet officer! You are simply a waitress..."

    Chyna frowned, "And I will simply kick your---"

    "Uh.... excuse us for a moment," EO Richards said quickly, and pulled Chyna aside, "We are trying to make a good impression here! Keep your temper and language in check..."

    Chyna smiled sweetly, "Fine... but you're forgetting something... what do you think Chris will do to you if you try to cut his hair? I imagine it would be very painful. How would you explain to your dignitary friends WHY you have two broken legs?"

    EO Richards paled, "Fine. Fine. I won't touch its hair! OK!"

    Chyna nodded, and headed to some partons at the bar.

    Thank you... Jericho thought to himself as Chyna continued to the next table. Was that relief? Even though his emotion chip wasn't on, the very thought of cutting his hair seemed to... upset him...

    A soft song played over the PA, and various couples  took to dancing. Lt. Commander Jericho looked at the dignitaries. They were now speaking to EO Richards as if Jericho wasn't even there. Did that mean they were done with him? "May I be excused?" he asked.

    "Oh… yes yes... dismissed..." EO Richards said.

    Lt. Commander Jericho went to sit at the bar and turned on his emotion chip. To hell with orders! "I'd like to take EO Richards head and stick it so far up his--"

    "Good! You turned it back on!" Chyna said happily as she sat beside him.

   "I was getting tired of standing there being treated like a brand new toy!" he muttered. "I'm a piece of equipment to them! Can you believe that?!"

    Chyna put an arm around his shoulder, "That's ok, Chris... you can always challenge EO Richards to a match in the holodeck later and kick his ass ..." That thought made Jericho smile. Chyna laughed, "Glad to see you showing LIFE again. You didn't even FLINCH when Richards threatened to cut your hair! It was creepy!"

    "Sorry... I had to be the good little WrestleFleet officer," he replied, "I owe you a drink for talking him out of THAT idea..." he then held out a hand to her, "Would you like to dance?" he asked.

    She smiled, "Sure..." she replied, "Eddie won't be here for another half-hour. He’s got the early evening shift.." Jericho nodded, and the two headed onto the dance floor.

    The dignitaries noticed the Y2J Unit take to the floor with the waitress that had earlier interrupted their conversation. They looked at EO Richards, "I didn't think robots danced..." Dignitary 1 spoke.

    EO Richards looked at Jericho, then turned back to the dignitaries, "Pardon me, sirs. I shall be right back..." he went up to Jericho, who was dancing with Chyna, "You turned it back on, didn't you?" he accused quietly.

    Jericho looked at him, "What... and disobey WrestleFleet orders? I'd never eeeeeever do that..." he replied sarcastically.

    "The dignitaries are going to get curious...!" EO Richards said angrily.

    "Oh for..." Jericho frowned, then let go of Chyna, who glowered at the EO, "You are really starting to piss me off, Richards!" he hissed quietly.

     Richards quickly looked across the room at the dignitaries, but they were speaking to Commander Stephanie McMahon, who had just entered and quickly set about schmoozing.

    He turned back to Jericho, "I am the Etiquette Officer here!" Richards replied, "You will speak with the proper respect! Now..." he stopped as he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. Xpac and Tori were dancing far too close for respectable comfort. "Turn it off. That is an order! " he said, and headed over to the steamy degenerates, pushing them apart.

    Chyna looked at Jericho, "Well..." she began, "You can always PRETEND to turn it off..."

     He raised an eyebrow, "Good idea..." he said, "Very good idea!"

*    *    *

TITANPRIZE CORRIDORS

    EO Steven Richards slumped against a nearby wall. This assignment was so draining!

    "EO Richards!" a voice called out to him. He turned to see Ensign Angle, and smiled. The one RESPECTABLE officer aboard this ship, "You look tired, sir!"

    "Yes. It's difficult to whip these people into shape..." he said. "You won't even believe what I heard about Commander Stephanie!"

    "Oh... those stories are untrue, sir! Commander McMahon-Helmsley is a virtuous woman with integrity! You need not concern yourself about her!"

    "Phew!" EO Richards said, "I was worried for a moment there," an idea came to him, "I don't suppose you could help me with this assignment, Ensign Angle... could you?"

    "Oh no, sir!" Angle said, suddenly looking very frightened, "Your assignment is one even a hero like MYSELF would have difficulty pulling off! It's true! Now... if you'll excuse me," he smiled, "I must go polish my gold medals,"

    With that, Ensign Angle headed off.

    EO Richards wished he could just sleep through the rest of the week.

*    *    *

SICKBAY

    Stephanie stood before Lt. Commander Jericho. She had been informed that SHE was to do his annual maintenance check up late last night. It wasn't something she was looking forward too.

    The Viacoma dignitaries watched from behind a pane of glass as Jericho sat on the diagnostics bed in a pair of WrestleFleet shorts, "End this torment quickly," he muttered quietly, keeping his voice low so the dignitaries wouldn't hear, "The very thought of you putting your hands on me makes me ill..."

    "You had no trouble having Chyna's hands all over you yesterday when you were dancing..." Stephanie replied.

    He tried not to laugh. Had to pretend his emotion chip wasn't on to appease EO Richards, "First off, her hands were NOT all over me. She is FAITHFUL to her man... unlike SOME people I could name..." he replied, "Second off, she's one of my best friends. It was purely innocent! Or..." he paused, and tried not to smile, "Are you just jealous because it wasn't YOU?"

    Stephanie let out a harsh laugh, then quickly covered it, pretending it was a cough... lest the dignitaries wonder what she was laughing about, "Hardly!" she replied, "I'd much rather get caught in an ion storm then EVER dance with you!"

    "I'm sure I can arrange that for you...." he answered.

    The dignitaries couldn't hear what the Y2J Unit was saying to Commander Stephanie, but there was something happening between the two that confused the Viacomans, "There seems to be tension between the Chief Engineer and the Y2J Unit..." Dignitary 1 said.

    "Tension?" EO Richards laughed nervously, "The Y2J Unit is incapable of creating tension between himself and other officers..." he said.  Why didn't the Y2J Unit just turn off his emotion chip? Was he PURPOSELY trying to make the EO’s job harder?

    Stephanie gave a quick glance at the dignitaries, then turned back to Jericho, "Shut up, Chris... the dignitaries are getting suspicious..."

    "I don't recall giving you permission to call me by my first name, Skankanie..."

    "And I don't recall giving you permission to call me Skankanie!" Stephanie snapped quietly, "But yet, you still do!"

    "Touche..." he said.

    Stephanie stepped behind the Y2J Unit and studied his back and shoulders for any imperfections in his structure. She expected to feel cold metal under her fingers... but she was surprised. He felt so human...

    The Commander glanced at the tricorder sitting beside Jericho... and noticed the Lt. Commander's so-called pulse had quickened. She couldn't imagine why...

    "Stand up," she commanded.  He did so.

    Stephanie came around the front, and stepped as close to him as comfort would allow. Of all people, why did she feel self-conscious around HIM.

    Once again, she felt for any imperfections in his structure... and gasped as her fingers prickled with electricity. She quickly took a step back, dropping her hands to her side,  "You're giving off a lot of static..." she said loudly, trying to sound professional for the dignitaries.

    "My anti-static filters are in place and functioning at 100 percent," Jericho replied, loud as well, remembering to sound like the piece of equipment they thought he was. He then lowered his voice, and hid an arrogant smirk from the dignitaries, "What's the matter Stephie? Do I make you nervous?"

    That smirk must have disgusted Stephanie more then she thought... if the feeling in the pit of her stomach was any indication.

    "Of... of course not!" she snapped, and quickly looked away. Hopefully the dignitaries didn't notice how flustered she was administering this... maintenance check up. Damned robot!

    She turned back to him and grabbed a handful of hair, jerking his head to the side as she ran the tricorder over the servos in his neck.  It was all he could do not to scream as his pain receptors flared to life, "What the hell did you do that for?" he hissed angrily.

    "Just checking to make sure everything is ok!" she said innocently, and brought the tricorder back to her side.

    "I'll check your ASS for you if you eeeeeeeever touch my hair again, Skankanie..." he snapped quietly, then quickly put on his 'stupid piece of equipment' façade when he realized the dignitaries could see his agitated state.

    Stephanie ran her tricorder over him for one more check, then put it away, "All done now..." she said, then turned to the glass as the dignitaries looked in, "They want to play some more with their new toy. Go appease them..."

    "Well... I know the type of toys YOU want to play with..." Lt. Commander Jericho muttered, then his expression went blank as he turned off his emotion chip and joined the dignitaries.

    Stephanie shivered. When he turned that thing off he became so... cold! The reality of what he was would hit her like a ton of bricks... and for some reason, it upset her greatly.

*    *    *

GARDEN DECK

    Lt. Commander Austin lay under an Aerialian tree with Lt. Commander McMichael, both drinking beer and tanning under the artificial sunlight.

    EO Richards came in, and stood hovering over them, "Beer is not allowed on the Garden deck!" he snapped. "And it is not becoming of a WrestleFleet officer to sit here guzzling away..."

    "Hell, son... you been searching the ship just LOOKING for trouble?" Austin asked.

    "You are representatives of WrestleFleet as long as you are on this ship! If the Viacomans came here and saw..."

    "Saw what? A WrestleFleet officer off duty sitting with his woman?"

    EO Richards frowned, "Getting DRUNK with his ... lady friend...!" he snapped.

    "You want me to kick your ass, son?" Austin asked.

    "And your language is horrible!" Richards said.

    Lt. Commander Austin jumped to his feet, "You got a lot of problems with me... want me to set 'em straight?!"

    "Steven!" A voice called out.

    EO Richards turned to see Ensigns Edge and Christian making their way to him, "Steven, dude..." Christian began, "Think you can introduce us to those dignitaries? I mean...it would be SO cool if we got a huge corporate sponsor interested in using our beautiful faces in advertisements, don't you think?"

    "I don't know if they advertise---"

    "Well, they WILL when they see how many credits we can bring in for them! We're already adored on 15 United WrestleFleet Federation Planets! We totally reek of awesomeness!" Edge said, "Just think of what the Viacomans could do with us helping them!"

    EO Richards just shook his head, and quickly walked off the Garden Deck.

    "Steven? Hey... Steven?" Ensign Christian called out, but the EO ignored him.

    ONE more day... just ONE more day, and he'd be free of this ship, and the POOREST example of WrestleFleet officers he had ever had the displeasure of meeting.

*    *    *

CAPTAIN'S READY ROOM

    "I have been speaking with the Viacoman dignitaries, sir," EO Richards began as he spoke to Captain McMahon, "They are very interested in the Y2J Unit,"

    "Well, I can have Stephanie write up a report for them listing all his functions and capabilities, if that's what they want..." Captain McMahon said.

    "No. They want IT... "

    Captain McMahon looked at EO Richards, "Want him? I don't quite follow..."

    "They want it aboard their ship," he explained.

    "Stephanie is more then capable of giving them all the information they need. I will not allow the removal of one of my officers."

    "Captain McMahon... it's more a computer then an officer..." EO Richards explained.

    McMahon stood up angrily, "I said NO, Mr. Richards! And I don't think Lt. Commander Jericho would appreciate you referring to him as merely a COMPUTER..."

    "IT, Captain. IT. You are giving it human qualities..."

    "If you spent enough time with HIM, then YOU would give him human qualities as well!" McMahon snapped, "Now get out of my ready room!" he demanded.

    "I will be back later!" EO Richards said, "I expect to see you at the farewell party in the Starlight Lounge tonight!"

*    *    *

STARLIGHT LOUNGE

    "We find you very fascinating, Lt. Commander," Dignitary 1 spoke as he studied the Y2J Unit, "We would be most interested in bringing you aboard our ship ..."

    Jericho didn't like the sound of that. He may have to pretend his emotion chip was off... but he didn't have to pretend he found the offer inticing, "No thank you, sirs..." he said blankly.

    "But just imagine what we could do with the knowledge we acquire from studying you!" Dignitary 2 spoke, "We are already sponsoring all WWF class ships, but we would not mind sponsoring you as well!"

    "I am afraid I do not understand..." Jericho replied.

    "We are a big corporation. We have decided to... branch out, shall we say?" Dignitary 3 spoke.

    "We are currently developing our own artificial intelligence, and we think you may be just what we need to---" Dignitary 1 was interrupted as Stephanie brushed passed Jericho, arm in arm with Hunter. "OH! Commander McMahon-Helmsley?" Dignitary 1 called out. Stephanie turned to him, and politely excused herself from Hunter, joining the dignitary and Lt. Commander Jericho, "I was just saying to Lt. Commander Jericho that---"

   "Chris!" Chyna called out from the bar, "We need you over here for a moment!" she said.

    "Excuse me, sirs…" Jericho replied, not caring that he was behaving rudely. He really didn’t want to hear what the dignitaries needed him for.

    Jericho sat down at the bar, grateful for the interruption.

"You owe me a drink..." Chyna smiled.

    Jericho smiled, "Yes... I did promise you a drink for talking EO Richards out of cutting my lovely locks off..."

   Dignitary 1 came up to the bar with Commander Stephanie McMahon, determined to finish what he was saying. He sat down beside Lt. Commander Jericho and spoke, "I’m sorry, Lt. Commander. But I really must speak to you and your Engineer," The dignitary then smiled, "As I was saying earlier... we think you may be just what we need to advertise our Artificial Intelligence program!"

    "Advertise?" Jericho repeated. THAT was it? They wanted a spokesperson? From the way McMahon had talked, Jericho thought they wanted to dismantle him and study his parts! "Well... I …" he seemed at a loss for words, forgetting to pretend he didn't have an emotion chip.

    The dignitary looked at him, confused, "He seems to be malfunctioning..." he said to Stephanie.

    "Uh.. yes... yes.. he does that a lot!" she covered with a smiled, then smacked Jericho hard on the back of the head, "There we go, all fixed,"

    Jericho offered her a scowl, then turned back to the dignitary, hoping he didn't notice, "I am unable to comply..." he said, just like a good little piece of equipment. "My duties on the WWF Titanprize prevent me from finding things elsewhere to occupy my time. However..." he looked in the corner of the lounge, and saw Ensigns Edge and Christian fixing their hair in a shiny tabletop, "They will be more then happy to assist you in your endeavor. They are already popular on 15 United WrestleFleet planets and would perhaps be more fitting to such a public position... "

    The dignitary looked towards Edge and Christian, "Oh! Perhaps then..." he said with a smile. "I shall have to talk it over with my associates. Thank you very much! You are indeed one of a kind, Unit Y2J!"

    Jericho nodded respectfully, and the dignitary left.

    Chyna burst out laughing, "Ensigns Edge and Christian will be grateful to you forever!"

    Jericho made a face, "Ugh... their gratitude probably consists of a full-sized photo to hang on a wall in my quarters..."

    "Better THEIR face then YOURS..." Stephanie replied, "Now if you'll excuse me..."

    "There IS no excuse for you, Skankanie... but... go away anyhow..."  Jericho replied.

    Stephanie frowned, and quickly headed off to join her psychotic husband at his table. Jericho watched her with a frown. Hunter might have been able to get away with staging a rebellion, thanks to the protection of his blindly devoted wife, but one day she would come to her senses!

    Chyna tapped Lt. Commander Jericho on the shoulder, shaking him out of his thoughts, "Where's that drink, Chris?" she asked.

   "Right," Jericho replied, "Terri... two synthehols..."

    "Coming right up, babe!" Terri smiled, "And just think! Now that those dignitaries are gone... we'll NEVER have to see EO Steven Richards again!"

    The other two nodded in agreement.

    Yes, all was good aboard the WWF Titanprize!