Meanwhile, our heroes have found themselves a ruined house in the wilderness...

"TARA... NOOOOOOOOOO!"

"What the frell!?!"   "Damn it Willow, I was watching that - are you bloody nuts or something?"   *sob* *sob*

"Hey, take it easy on poor Willow... she and Tara were... well, you know..." *sob* "poor... Tara..." *sob*

"Darn... sorry... ... holy crap, am I the only straight toy left in this photostory or what?" "There there, Willow don't cry... ... and get your hand off my butt"

"erm... cowboy..."

"Damn, time to move on out - come on gang"

And back at the Evil Toy HQ...   "Damnit Black - why are you still here! Dispatch the CyCom Cybernaut immediately; shut down Toyville CSI and destroy ALL the evidence this time!"   "Yessir, immediately, Grand Moff, sir"

"Und zis is the Operations Centre of our Empire..." "What's all this, Red Skull?" "Just giving ze condemned prisoner ze guided tour, Tarkin"

"Guided tour? Hell's teeth, Skull - have you gone soft?" "Nein, Grand Moff - the writer haz decided zat this chapter needs some padding-out and zis seemed like und good idea at ze time." "Sounds like a lame excuse for more gratuitous shots of a lingerie clad Barbie doll to me... but continue " "Nein, nothing gratuitous at all. Next on ze tour - ze decomtamination showers vhere you vill be stripped down and scrubbed clean by nudie nazi Britney and ze Olsens..."