Wednesday: Well now all we have to do is let the other applicants know they're successful.
Midnight Spectre 2.0: Well there are six of us and four applicants to inform.
Ace: So we split-up, get the newbies, and meet back here, right?
MS2: Right.
Hybrid: Dibs on CJ!
CJ: 
I'm going to collect Centurian. You can help Wednesday collect the Ice Cream Man.
Hybrid: oh man…
The Ice Cream Man!?! What the?
Wed: Don’t worry, by cock-feathered friend, we’ve got it sorted.
Midnight Spectre: I will collect Fused.
CJ: Good. Ace and RM552, you collect Chessmaster.
RM552: This had better not lead to some kind of Chess-King joke?
Hybrid: Chessmaster!?!
CJ: Now hurry. Vegi-La is already on a rampage. We don’t want to waste too much time.
With that, Cowgirl Jack, Midnight Spectre 2.0, Ace and Registered Member #552 depart, to fulfil their missions.
Hybrid: So shouldn’t we get going?
Wed: Hybrid, my man, stick with me and you’ll learn that being in the JLR doesn’t always involve rushing around. Grab a brew and pull up a seat, this’ll only take a sec.
Hybrid: Hey, I could get used to this.
Wednesday picks up the phone and dials a number. After a few seconds wait, the other end is picked up.
The Ice Cream Man: [very sleepily] Wha? Who? Hullo?
Wed: Hello. Is this the Ice Cream Man?
TICM: Uh, yeah. Who’s this? It’s 2am in the morning!
Wed: It’s Wednesday from the JLR. I’m ringing to offer you a place on the team.
TICM: [perking up] Wow! That’s great. I don’t know what to say.
Wed: Well there is one small condition.
TICM: Oh? What’s that?
Wed: You’ve got to change your name.
TICM: But why?
Wed: Well we’ve discussed it, and we’re all agreed. It sucks.
TICM: I thought it suited me quite well.
Wed: Look, do you want the job or not?
TICM: OK, OK. What do you want me to change it too?
Wed: Well how about Tutti Fruiti…
TICM: No #%&@!*& way!
Wed: Such language. OK the other suggestion was Neapolitan.
TICM: But I have mastery over much more than Neapolitan…. How about
Transneapolitan?
Wed: It’ll do. Oh and by the way, can you get here a.s.a.p.? It’s just that we have a situation with a rampaging former team-mate.
Transneapolitan: OK. I’ll be there in half an hour.
Wed: Alrighty. We’ll see you then.
After a hard-nights work, Wednesday sits down in the comfy chair, accepts the beer offered by Hybrid and starts flicking through the cable channels.
Wed: See. Told you. No sweat.
*CRASH*Suddenly the form of Vegi-La bursts through the wall.
Hybrid: You were saying?
Wed: 
