And yet am I to receive any relief from this storyline? No, for the object of Cole's affection perks into the office at this moment, toting a basket of wine with the Fun Bags flimsily attired in a tan bikini bra. She tramps past The Mole and shoves her tongue down Cole's throat. Cole pushes her away and snits, "Kaia!" K'Feebs morphs into K'Amaya and mopes, "Damn! How did you know it was me?" He saw the previews like everybody else, you nitwit. Actually, Cole claims that the real Phoebe hates him, doesn't drink, and doesn't use so much tongue when they kiss. Whatever, Cole. I mean, yes, Phoebe supposedly hates you, but we've seen her cocktailing, and I've been subjected to scores of Feeb-centric mack sessions wherein I fully expected her tongue to shoot through the back of her paramour's skull. In any event, K'Amaya simpers and fiddles with her hair as The Mole berates her for following a trick out of the stripper bar. Cole eases himself into a chair and patronizes that K'Amaya's got a little crush on him. The Mole begs to differ, asserting that "Kieran demons are manipulative vixens, and this one has an agenda that goes way beyond 'a little crush.'" "Vixens"? Oh, Mole. You manipulative minx, you. There's some blather about K'Amaya tasting power and wanting it for herself, during which I try very hard not to suppose it's something else K'Amaya tastes because she neglected to rinse out her mouth after the pre-credits lap dance. As you can guess, I failed. The Mole orders K'Amaya gone, so she spins around to boob out in a frustrated pout. "Not like that!" Cole shouts, rising from his chair. "Go out the way you came in!" "On. Your. KNEES!" I immediately add, and if you recognize that reference, be sure to say hello the next time you catch me at Showtunes. K'Amaya pauses at the door, morphs back into K'Feebs, and coos, "You want me. I can feel it." The appalled Mole clutches his pearls and breathes, "Insolent!" Oh, fine: Hee!