Okay, we're back from commercial, and Count Chocula is looking out the window at the stars. So, the ship is free now. That's, um, nice. He whirls around and demands to know about Tucker. Tucker/Blob sits in front of his white-trash buffet spread and says he's "enjoyed [his] time with [him]." Then, blob entry/exit/re-entry. Then Tucker's back, and boy howdy, did he have a good old time, riding horses with Hopalong Cassidy, and raking leaves with his dad when he was eight or nine, but it was as real as he's sitting there, and hey, they all should try it! They said everyone could try it! Go on, try it, Cap'n! One Tucker to Sick Bay, stat. Count Chocula leans in to T'Pol and whispers, "Something smells funny." Is it the stale white bread? T'Pol is all, they released the ship, so chill. Hey, Data? Go and run those tests again, 'kay?