Walking, they're walking. Kirk tells Spock's brain to keep concentrating, keep concentrating. Well, what else is he going to do? I mean, seriously, he's a BRAIN! They walk into a room where Deep Purple is waiting for them to inject them with menstrual cramps. Falling down, all around. Bones clutches himself and groans, "Jim. Spock. No pain." Kirk humps his way over to the remote control, knocks it further away, humps some more, and gets hold of it. Remote Control Spock walks forward. Deep Purple tells him to go away. Kirk presses another button. Remote Control Spock takes Deep Purple's arm and backs her into a corner. Quite a versatile remote, that one is. One button makes him walk and another makes him raise his arm, open his hand, and restrain someone by closing his hand around her wrist. It's smarter than TiVo. Remote Control Spock grapples impassively with Deep Purple and finally pushes the release button on her watch. The Great Hernia Belts of WWF Pain snap off. Deep Purple shrieks that they will all die if they take The Controller away: "The Controller is young and powerful and...perfect!" Mmm, I agree. Spock's brain says, "How very flattering." Deep Purple says Spock's brain will give life to her people for ten thousand years and that the other Controller is dead and gone. Kirk explains to Spock's brain where he is and what he looks like. He's in a black box with light rays and a complex control panel. Kirk confirms that Spock's brain is basically running everything in the FM Boots Brigade's subdivision. Deep Purple freaks out some more until Kirk grabs her and tells her that she removed the brain, so she will put it back.