John reflects, hearing Aeryn's voice again. "I believe Katratzi to be some sort of base." He sees her face, a flash on the screen. "Highly guarded." Her face, again and again: "They wouldn't have taken Grayza anywhere less secure..."

Rygel sits on a couch at Chez Alien, surrounded by ridiculous amounts of junk food. "Who's winning?" Bobby asks. "Me," says Rygel. This close to the end of the series, I can just go ahead and say he's my hero forever. "I mean the game," Bobby laughs. "Who cares?" Rygel just put himself on a Noranti level of love for the episode. Bobby wows at Rygel's crazy amount of sugary crap, and Rygel tells him to go get his own. "What do you like best on Earth?" Sugar, Rygel says. Anything with sugar: "[At home] it's used as a poison. Here, you can get it everywhere!" He laughs crazily and tells Rygel he also loves "grease" and "fat"; Bobby zooms in on a plate of burgers. Dr. Fletcher laughs and calls this a level of understanding about our culture that we're unwilling to admit. "As an outsider, his views are a prismatic tool for us to perhaps examine ourselves." Which nobody ever, ever does, so keep dreaming. "So, all in all, you could live here," Bobby prods. Rygel nods: "As long as I get to keep my slaves." Bobby clarifies that they're paid servants, hired by the government to make the aliens feel at home, and Rygel's like, "You're kidding! They come running when I call. If you want me to feel at home, bring me some real slaves." Bobby asks if they're anything else he's into, besides eating food: "Gamble: You can do it over the phone. You can call females, too. 1-900-SLUT-GIRL." Alana Lichtenstein, Outside Counsel, Immigration and Naturalization Service: "I was privileged to have interviewed the Dominar during his visit. Despite what I'm sure many viewers are thinking, this is the ruler of over 600 billion subjects. He must be doing something right." Like wanking on the phone, and being a deposed monarch of nothing. I love Alana Lichtenstein.