All of a sudden the mysterious and mystical man known as finding nobody bursts in the room.

"dad, what's art garfunkel doing here?" asked coco.

The name's Joel. Good to meet ya.
(hahaahahah. fuck you lilly! i knew you were gonna pull that rubbish)

A man in a white coat entered the room, carrying several straitjackets and a syringe filled with a clear liquid.

'This wont hurt a bit' said the man with a gleam in his eye and a smirk on his face.

Tension mounted as the medical man surveyed the room, carefully selecting his first subject.

"Me! Me! Me!", squealed Cantankerous.

Soon a lightning shower began.

'Erm, can I just ask what exactly is in that syringe?', asked Steve.

Lee replied in a stern voice, "life man Life."

"What's in the syringe is really not important," said white coat man, "now stop fussing, it's just a little prick."

That's what she said.

Kim then started dancing, to Madonna's Like a vrigin.

Lee began to play with the boom box's volume & equalization controls, as if possessed.

The cat jumped on to the turntable, riding it like a roundabout, miaowing ecstatically.

Then Thurston started, playing erratically on his guitar.

'Yeah, far out, f***ing go for it Thursty, jam it ha ha ha', screamed the cat.

Lee turned down the boom box because the noises that the cat on the Coltrane record & the guitar Thurston was coaxing forth sounded like something he wanted to hear, to experience...to live...but he still periodically blasted forth intervals of Madonna playing the boom box controls like an instrument...in the meanwhile, he was looking around for just the right setup through which to to run his guitar.

While all this was happening, Kim was in her own world, dancing away and thinking of how Madonna had made it to the top.

But something was about to happen; something that would bring Kim straight out of her trance-like state.