Superfudge flashes back to like one page ago when Daniel threatened him about the fudge and his family and all that mess, writes a letter to his wife Helen (helpfully labeled HELEN, because this episode is all about accounting for how unbelievably stupid you are) and drops his wedding ring inside, and then blows a hole in his head. Dang, guy we've never met and thus don't care about at all! You must really not like getting blackmailed!
TV time: The rain will continue at least for two more days, which is twice as long as the episode... Also, today is Tuesday, not that there's a Tuesday in the pretentious sci-fi Colonial calendar (nor the other days of the week, all of which show up on screen at this point)... Home shopping can net you a "Traditional Picon Engagement Necklace" for just 100 cubits... That guy Superfudge shot himself... There's a cheap-ass (I'm talking actual cardboard) version of Caprican Price Is Right... There were terrorists at the Spaceport, but the GDD hasn't nailed it on the STO yet... Remember when TV time on this show was actually clever? Like, it did more than one thing? Yeah, those were good days. Now it's just like, "Price Is Right in space? That is hilarious! Because we have that show on Earth! Only we win dollars, not cubits, because that's what we buy things with. On Earth."
Pan turns off the television -- perched delicately and ever so subtly at the edge of the bathtub -- and reclines, because after a hard day of terrorism what most teenage boys like to do is really pamper themselves. So retarded. "Clarice is going to kill the kids, where will they be? I dunno. In the street, and she can shoot them in the head. Or wait, one of them in the street and the other one can be in a bathtub and she can throw the TV in the bathtub. That's fresh and innovative storytelling, right?"
Clarice sits down with her gun and tells Pan that he was her very first recruit -- I guess to the OTG, since she always used to play dumb about the STO and because the whole point of Pan and Keon's group of Barnabites was that Clarice didn't even know about it -- but now suddenly it's a civil war and he chose the wrong side. He begs and pleads and she shows him mercy and then dumps the TV in the bathtub, obviously, because she forgives easy but God is sort of a jerk.