Vladimir tensed all over. He could see Magenta leaning all over that man in the corner, languid, relaxed, laughing. He watched her floppy leg, kicking back and forward provocatively, as she whisopered and giggled with the man in the trench coat. Vladimir knew that he had to distract Magenta, to win her back so he could complete his mission.

Vladimir knew that if he could seduce the Risen Goddess, Mary Ellen, Magenta, what ever it was they called her, and become one with her in heart, mind, and digestion, well, he knew that if he did this, it would taste damn good.

There was only one thing he could do, and that was.....

to wait until Chongo was distracted..and to make his move.