Quantum's Fortress of Solitude. And we see that, in addition to sex, Risa's got two moons and a really fake-looking background. Quantum sits on his balcony and wonders if he needs to let his hair down to catch some Risan on horseback. Porthos lounges on a chair -- have I said how much I love that dog? -- as his master reads and drinks iced tea in a very tight stripey t-shirt. God, he's boring and fashion-blind. Drink some beer or rum -- not only does it make you seem more interesting, but it makes others around you seem less dull as well. I know from what I speak. Quantum leaves to refill his glass, and Porthos snaps his head up at some more yipping going on down below. When Quantum returns to the balcony with his refilled glass and his my-those-are-tight black pants, he finds Porthos growling at the Yip Factor, who looks like a strategically shaved poodle, from downstairs. If it's possible, Porthos is even cuter when he's mad. Quantum tells the two canines, "Stop it, you two!" Surprisingly, they don't listen. Maybe if he says, "That's an order," they will, or perhaps that only really works on a heat-stroked Trip.