Crashdown. Liz is on duty, slinging hash and making with the trays of food. As she approaches the table, however, she looks up to note that some illustrations of aliens on the wall are…waving at her? She looks back down at the table and offers the first of the meals, "Galaxy sub." She looks back up at the drawings, and a speech bubble appears on one reading, "I miss you." The fuck? This is what the dude spends his time doing? If he's so good at making the walls move and talk like he's the string-puller on Alien Punch and Alien Judy, why not put the Mad Libs captioning to some better use. Fly around the world backwards and reverse last week's events. Turn Slackjaw into a goat. Become so gaunt and pale that you can slide undetected in and out of numerous locations at your leisure. Since the last one is obviously a project you've been working on for some time, I'll give you kudos for thinking of it first and let you get on with the wasting-away thing you do so well. I'm not trying to wax nostalgic for other crap here, but once, he allowed Liz to talk to the dead, which is far cry from the current "got your nose" approach to rabbit-pulling parlor tricks. But no, instead it's syndicated comic wackiness with the wall decorations. But Liz is the consummate professional, and she endeavors to serve her meals even after wall alien changes its message to "I want you." Blah blah insert joke about flat acting and two-dimensional characters. Kick-ass. All on the same page.