In a dark corner of the bar sits a nerd with a chip on his shoulder. Bill Gates 2000 pats his shoulder pocket reassuringly as the FBOI goons rush off in pursuit of his nemesis.

"My plan is working unfolding like permaplastic origami ." He said in his best evil scientist expository voice. "I have the plans on this Mico-minichip and Harmony will sing a pretty tune when those Federation Feds get a hold of her."

"Now, if the buyer would just show up with my money......"