Woah, WOAH. This guy is tall! And he is zombie! And he is trying to watch naughtiness! These are all good ways to be. Harrow uses the TV remote to turn the Input back to the channel connected to the datachron. All that nastiness is back, and just in time for it to get good.

Harrow pulls up the two recliners so they sit facing the television and pats each of them for the awful, awful men to take their seats.

"So, rude question," he says and points at Neirin. "What are you, elf-man? And what kinda brains are we talkin' here?"