Dunes. A clear blue ball hurtles through the sky, and a Chin Dribblin' dives to catch it in his lacrosse-type stick. As soon as the ball lands in the cup of the stick, it turns yellow. Cool. Quantum and Trip stand on the sidelines, wearing their RayBans, and watch. It's definitely a more abusive form of lacrosse. Osama Bin Dribblin' slams his large chest into another player and slings the ball through a hole in a metal disk. As the ball zips through the hole, it looks like it either explodes or just goes through a force-field into a waiting cup. Think the writers read much Harry Potter? Osama Bin Dribblin' asks if Quantum and Trip are ready to participate. Trip thinks they can give it a shot even if, as Quantum comments, "I don't think we'll win any trophies." We get that you're Cpt. Competitive, but does everything have to be about winning? Two Chin Dribblin's give them each a lacrosse stick as Trip and Quantum strip off their already pit-stained khaki superfine shirts. I hope they put on, like, SPF 3000, because that planet looks like you could get melanoma even when you're inside.