"If only we could earn the respect of our peers," wondered Space Baron.
Brian stroked his (sb's) well sculptured chin. Since Space Baron's lair had been confiscated from a land claim, things just weren't the same.
"We need a social occasion that will make everyone happy!" declared Space Baron in a declarative voice.
Images of floats, and policemen in pink lycra wandered through Brian's head. "Brian... please," gestured SB.
"Sorry," Brian muttered, and pulled his skirt down.
"I can see it now..." Space Baron announced.
"See what?" replied Brian
"It is a figure of speech you twit!!" barked SB.
"It is isn't it," Brian retorted.
"What??!! What do you mean??"
"Well," Brian whispered, "the phrase 'a figure-of-speech' is a figure-of-speech isn't it?"
Space Baron was forced to agree, even though of the confusing way that Brian used '-' and '''.
"No, no, ...I can see us having a party," said Space Baron.
"Not if I can help it (insert evil laugh here) !!!" a voice commanded.
"Egads!!" gasped Brian, "it is the Evil Doctor O'Medicine, and his beautiful sidekick Morphine!!"
"But, Brian", interrupted SB, "Morphine..., he is only 15.."
"I know," giggled Brian, like a naughty school-girl.
(screen freezes and dramatic music)
WILL SB AND BRIAN GET OUT OF THIS ONE, WILL BRIAN "INJECT" MORPHINE, AND WILL SB AND BRIAN HAVE THE PARTY???? - stay tuned