Raige, bless her little heart, soldiers on undeterred until the appalled Q cuts her short to argue that, with Snidely no longer around, the safety of the institution and its students can no longer be guaranteed. Meanwhile, another pock-marked, nose-picking thirtysomething in the crowd -- this one with David Cassidy's Partridge Family hair -- telekinetically releases an arrow from a handy bronze statue of Cupid. The arrow zips across the hall to embed itself in a packing crate behind Q's head. Q turns to gaze at the missile with the sort of supreme disdain that has become John DeLancie's stock-in-trade over the years as an increasingly flustered Raige nervously concludes her response: "Like I said, they need some guidance." Some fat turd in the peanut gallery's all, "She can guide me any day!" His douchebag companion, who'd been paging through a book, snickers, "Check it out -- I just cast this awesome spell." No, we don't hear the spell. No, we don't care, either. No, really. You do not care. The douchebag flips the book around to display a color illustration of a blonde and buxom Lady Godiva taking her infamous ride. An odd little black-clad, hunchbacked, toadying sort lurks beneath her on the image's far border. As Raige argues that "these kids are so special," a haze of twinkly, golden lights emerges from Godiva's inked form to hover above the page for a moment before erupting upwards into the air like a cannonball, arcing above Raige's head until it explodes in a cascade of shimmering mojo that presently takes the form of Godiva and her horse. That was pretty cool. I must admit, much as I hate this episode, all of Godiva's magical entrances and exits are well done. Now where was I? Oh, yeah. A wispy trail of black smoke that had also emerged from the image in the book passes overhead unnoticed to disgorge the spectral form of Maury Sterling, for whom I harbor an unreasonable affection. And you can shut up about that unreasonable affection right now. Maury Sterling furtively and shiftily bats at the air in confusion as Godiva glances blankly around the room. The fat turd hauls his rancid ass out of his seat with a lusty "Naked woman! Woo!" and charges towards the Woo! in question, slamming his way straight through Maury Sterling's spectral form as he goes. Maury Sterling looks down at himself, all, "EW!" Meanwhile, other horny lads tumble past a dismayed Raige to crowd the body-stockinged and badly wigged C-list actress on the horse, jostling Raige into Q's side and damn. John DeLancie's about three feet taller than Rose McGowan is. Heh. The badly wigged C-list actress on the horse mutely goggles her way into the opening credits.