The moment after the last ending credit of 'Lesbian Amazons From Mars' fades off screen...

Wednesday: Wait a second!

Hybrid: What?

Wednesday: I think we've got too many subplots going on. JLR ORGANIZE !

JLR:

Wednesday: What?

Hybrid: That's lame.

Wednesday: No, the ability to steal powers from a man in Arkansas is lame.

SpandexMonkeyMan: I have the sneaking suspicion he's talking about me.

Wednesday: Okay, subplots. Go.

Stupid Dogg: The salsa crisis!

Centurian: The screaming girl.

Hybrid: Registered Member 552 and SpandexMonkeyMan have both lost their memories.

The Time Trust: And I'm getting a disporportionately small number of speaking lines in this adventure in comparison to everyone else here, ESPECIALLY WEDNESDAY.

Wednesday: That's nice. So what do we take care of first?

Stupid Dogg: The salsa crisis!

Centurian: The screaming girl.

Hybrid: Registered Member 552 and SpandexMonkeyMan's memory losses.

The Time Trust: The fact that I'm getting a disporportionately small number of speaking lines in this adventure, WEDNESDAY !

Wednesday: Okay, this won't work. Hybrid, if Midnight Spectre was here, he could do something about RM and SMM, but Midnight Spectre hasn't posted yet , so we'll just have to bring RM and SMM along with us and hope something develops. T3--

The Time Trust: I prefer "TTT."

Wednesday: Right! T3, you'll get your lines, trust me.

Stupid Dogg: Okay, so what's left?

The Time Trust: The salsa and the girl.

Fused: So which one do we do first?

Hybrid: Isn't it obvious? We're heroes! We take care of the girl.

Stupid Dogg: I know I brought up the salsa in the first place, but I agree with Hybrid.

Fused: Hold on! We can't go in there on empty stomachs.

Registered Member 552: He's got a point.

SpandexMonkeyMan: What do ya mean "He's got a point"? You don't even remember your own name? You can't just agree when you don't even know what you're talking about.

Registered Member 552: You don't remember who you are either.

Fused: He's got a point.

Wednesday: Okay, we'll vote. Who wants to go save the girl first?

Hybrid, Stupid Dogg, Centurian, and SMM raise their hands.

Wednesday: Who wants salsa!

Fused, RM552, and Wednesday raise their hands.

Centurian: That settle it! We go save the girl, then get salsa.

Fused: Wait, TTT didn't vote.

The Time Trust: I appreciate the invitation, but I simply don't feel qualified to vote, because I'm still kind of a newbie. I'll need to catch up on JLR history and all that to really get myself settled in, I think. I'll vote next year.

JLR: VOTE!!!!

The Time Trust: But--

Wednesday: Your vote still counts.

The Time Trust: Okay.... Then I choose the salsa.

Hybrid: The salsa? Are you nuts!?!

The Time Trust: No.

Stupid Dogg: You're an android.

The Time Trust: So? As a member of this team, my vote still counts. Wednesday said so. I can play it back if you like.

Hybrid: But you don't have to eat!

The Time Trust: I'm programmed to enjoy salsa. Besides, if we stay on schedule, I'm sure we can be able to save the girl.

Stupid Dogg: What in blazes are you talking about?

The Time Trust: Time, of course.

Stupid Dogg: Whatever. We're still tied.

Wednesday: Then we go get the salsa first.

Centurian: But it's a tie vote .

Wednesday: Esmerelda wants salsa .

Centurian: The donkey?

Hybrid: No, Napolean's the donkey. Esmerelda's the chicken.

JLR:

Hybrid: I'm pretty sure the chicken's not interested in--

Wednesday: Salsafirstmeetingadjourned!

Hybrid: But--!

Fused: Let's go.

Registered Member 552: I can already smell that salsa!

Stupid Dogg: Do you even remember what salsa smells like?

Registered Member 552: No, but I'm about to .

Hybrid, Stupid Dogg, Centurian, and SpandexMonkeyMan:

To be continued...