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Transcript
Panel 1:
Commander Dale Zurkett: He's not right behnd you. He's over there.
Chandler: That's still close enough. It's not like it ever STOPS listening.
Crazy that I have to explain this.
Panel 2:
Joey: You gotta explain it because they're from space, Chandler.
Chandler: Yeah, right. From space? That was a joke.
Monica: I don't think it was a joke.
Chandler: Everything's a joke these days.
Especially what's left of our planet!
TRACK: Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Panel 3:
Dale: It's no joke. I'm from a planet called Earth. We represent the United Federation of Planets. TRACK has infected our systems.
Ensign Hylia: We need to know more about it: Where it came from, how it does what it does, and what it's done to your planet.
Joey: Holy crap... you're from EARTH? Then this mess is YOUR fault!
Chandler: That's overselling it some... Earth just sent the signals. They didn't build TRACK.
Joey: Can I please blame someone? I didn't ASK to be stuck as a character made-up by some guy on another planet.
Chandler: Joey... gotta keep it light and casual, remember?
Panel 4:
Phoebe: Oh! Hello. Can I help you?
Zack Del Rio: Not sure, really. I'm looking for an interface. Your setup seems to be using the most power in this place.
Phoebe: Yes? I have an act. See? Instruments.
Panel 5:
Zack: Looks more like you're drinking coffee. Hm... Yes. I thought so. I'm getting interesting readings from your keyboard.
SFX:*SHOVE*
Phoebe: Excuse you!
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