Your Recapper: Thanks Steph, now I don't have to cover that part.
Stephanie: No problem. Now that I've got all this extra time on my hands, maybe I can help you clean your house. It looks like someone should.
Your Recapper: Believe you me, I'd rather be doing that than this.
Stephanie: Me too, sister.
Mrs. Volson: Since neither of you are interested in me, I'll summarize for the three people who will read all the way through this crap.
Your Recapper: Hey! There's my mother, my husband, and my editor. Oh. Right. Three.
Mrs. Volson: I'm in a wheelchair. And years ago, when my husband worked for Global Tech, I used to be in a wheelchair. But then I wasn't, because he used me like a lab rat.
Stephanie: Jim and I tried that position once, it's trickier than you'd think, and the fake whiskers and tail tickle. I never knew it could cure a paraplegic, though. You should publish your findings.
Mrs. Volson: Well, I never!
Your Recapper: I don't even...
Mrs. Volson: Okay, readers, so anyhow, I'd like the stupid scientist to know that my husband gave me some of his secret serum.
Stephanie: Tee hee.
Mrs. Volson: Ahem. And he took some, too.
Mrs. Volson: His secret serum enabled us to do wonderful things. Then he got fired. We could no longer do wonderful things. Then I ended up back in the chair and he killed himself. Thank you and good day.
Stephanie: But wait, I have some more ques...
Mrs. Volson: I said good day!
Back at Global Tech
Katie: Aren't you even going to tell the people that while I'm supposed to tutor JJ, he's too smart for me, and so I'm turning to this 14 year old virgin for romantic advice, which leads to him falling for me, and his own mother ends up posing as me online and asking him for a date?
Your Recapper: Well, Steph and I alluded to it earlier, and you just filled in the blanks, so no.
At the Precinct...
Jim: We've got to do something to boot this show in the ass. What if I reveal my secret identity, thereby enabling you to successfully prosecute My-Name-Is-Luka?
George: If you reveal your secret identity, my role will be diminished, and after Katie, I am the best thing on this show.
Jim: Yeah, but that bar's set pretty low, pal.
George: Word. Anyhow, I'm not going to call My-Name-Is-Luka's bluff. Instead... I'm going to bluff him.