Krissy 80: 	be...
AshtorethD: 	::stares:: What are you on?
Krissy 80: 	Rob. be.  
AshtorethD: 	Be? ::looks down:: Come to think of it, why 
		is Rob lying comatose on that table?
Krissy 80: 	because he's just realized that Eddie Vedder 
		is sending out subliminal messages.
AshtorethD: 	Oh my god! ::pauses:: Who is Eddie Vedder 
		and why is he invading Rob's mind?!
Krissy 80: 	the lead singer of Pearl Jam.  because he is 
		incomprehensible when he sings.
AshtorethD: 	Oh. Yeah. ::notices a machine with a blinking 
		red light:: This must be the CD player, then. 
		::turns the machine off::
F T F O I: 	::sits up suddenly::  hey...where'd the music 
		go?
AshtorethD: 	It was changing your mind in strange and 
		unimaginably horrifying ways.
F T F O I: 	then it's a good thing it stopped, I guess.  
		Unless the only	way to ammend my natural state 
		would be through strange and unimaginably 
		horrifying ways...
AshtorethD: 	::notices the lanyard sticking out of the 
		cracks of the CD player. opens it up with her 
		sophisticated tools (read: hammer) and looks
		through the insides. holds up a comc labelled 
		"First Look Fair 1998"::
		Just one question - why is this in the lab's 
		CD player?
F T F O I: 	better question:  why did it WORK in the lab's 
		CD player?
AshtorethD: 	It worked? I mean, the CD player worked, 
		but I don't think the comb was doing anything 
		useful..
AshtorethD: 	::pauses. eyes widen. stares.::
F T F O I: 	::nods::  that's what I was thinking.  Now one 
		would think that CD's would go in CD players...
		::pops in "Sarah MacLachlan:  Rarities, 
		B-Sides, and Other Stuff" CD and sets to 
		track 4::
AshtorethD: 	::nods. keeps staring. stutteringly:: And it 
		wasn't even where CDs normally go, it was 
		buried within the guts of the player... 
		er...... how long have you been listening to 
		that comb?
F T F O I: 	Couple of months now, I guess.
AshtorethD: 	::distractedly:: Lean back a moment, will you? 
		::pushes him into a semi-reclining position, 
		like in a dentist's chair, as the table bends 
		up to meet his back.::
F T F O I: 	::shrugs::  sure.
AshtorethD: 	::pulls a large magnifying glass seeming thing 
		down from the ceiling and peers through it at 
		his head::
AshtorethD: 	::starts taking photos from various angles and
		magnifications::
F T F O I: 	::sways gently to the tune::
AshtorethD: 	::muttering to herself:: Amazing... absolutely 
		amazing... ::to Rob:: You might want to have 
		a look at this... ::hands him a few mirrors::
F T F O I: 	::stares blankly at the panes::  What exactly 
		am I looking AT?
F T F O I: 	okay, well...the baldness for one thing.  
		That's plain odd...but...
F T F O I: 	wait...why am I bald?
AshtorethD: 	::holds one mirror above and behind his head 
		and another before his face so he can see his 
		scalp:: You will note that most of your hair 
		has, well, I can only assume that decayed away, 
		due to all this dustiness
F T F O I: 	so...I don't even have follicles.
AshtorethD: 	And, uh, something different appears to be.. 
		er... sprouting.
F T F O I: 	Um...how different?
AshtorethD: 	I can't really tell what it is yet..
F T F O I: 	hopefully it won't hurt.
AshtorethD: 	I'll have to study this phenomena a bit more
F T F O I: 	Well...some other night, please, because I'm 
		tired...
AshtorethD: 	That's fine, just return when you have a spare 
		moment
F T F O I: 	::nods slowly, stumbling towards the living 
		room::  G'nite then 
AshtorethD: 	Good night.