After searching the seedy underbelly of Tern's waterfront for over an hour, Cartoosh at last located Billy the Trid and the Lingerie Models taking in some Plutonian Porn at the Planet X Cinema. The feature was entitled Revenge of the Orgasmian Cheerleaders. The arachno-droid sidled up to the Trid in the darkness, averting his eyes from the rather gymnastic side-line activity that Billy and three of the models were engaging in, and instead concentrating on the on-screen menage a trois which featured two voluptuous Venusian Vibroids and a Halpasian Humpgrunter.

The essence of what Cartoosh had seen and heard concerning the brain-draining of Farkin by the dwarves was imparted in a hushed whisper. A few minutes later. Billy and Cartoosh had found Cornucopia's drunken lab assistant at the Saturn-nail-ya,and had successfully wheedled the location of the Song Plant nursery out of him. They left the town under cover of darkness, and with the Trid seated on his back, the robot spider loped through the forest with surprising speed. Billy was chortling, and saying " we'll get to the plants before she does, hijack 'em, and sell 'em to her for an Eisner-load of money. Hell, I'll have my own Star System, the Trid Constellation. I'll build the biggest fuggin' Casino since Hunkahunka went up in smoke..." Cartoosh gently cut in "um...and me, Cap'n Bill? What can I expect? I've always wanted my own Art Gallery.." The Trid laughed so hard he literally fell off of the spider's back, rolled in the grass howling, and was unable to catch his breath for several minutes. At last he climbed back onto Cartoosh's carapace, saying " sure, an Art Gallery, a Tea Shop, and a Toenail Parlor if ya want. Let's go."