Doyle is chasing the Vork around the ship. "Come here, you little winged thing. I'm gonna rip your wings off and mash your little body to pie--" "Damn you, Doyle!" Chiana says as she picks it up, "And he doesn't have wings." "His ears look like wings. Damnit, I can't help it! I wanna break his scrawny little neck." Doyle makes a strangling motion with his hands. "He can understand what you're saying, y'know. Take it back." Chiana says while protecting the Vork. John walks in. "John, distract Doyle from killing my Vork somehow will ya?" "Dooooyle, oh Dooooyle, I'm wearing my leather peacekeeper duster thingy, with my gun holstered on my leg..." he says, trying to seduce Doyle. "I don't think Doyle feels that way about you, John." Chiana says. "Quiet, Chiana." says Doyle. to be continued...