The meeting hall has cleared of all but three figures:  Kolee ?Ynnit(Ms),  still dancing long after the musicans have departed;  Lt Monkiesyne and Kolin Seyment,  still pouring over Nostlikeymen's words.


MONKIESYNE:  Well at least two of us saw it through, Kolin. 
SEYMENT:       Easy things are easy.  It's the hard things that are . . . hard.
MONKIESYNE:  Would you be up to having a crack at presenting a summary? . .
                    ?Tomorrow maybe . .  where it relates to Koo, and all of us of course.
SEYMENT:       Sure thing, Lieutenant. 
MONKIESYNE:  You're a rock, Kol, ta.  Can you also put ?Ynnit's mind at rest?   (looks over at Kolee)  
                    . . She's still under the impression that Nostlikeymen is making money from abusing chickens.                   
                    Y'know, where he spouts on about . .    paltrey profiteeringe 
SEYMENT:       Okay . .   (pause)     You never got to tell us all what was on your mind. ..
                    Do you fancy sharing it with us   (looks over at Kolee)   ... with me now?
MONKIESYNE:  Well  (hesitant)    just between you and me . (quietly).. You may have noticed Koo and the Doc have both     
                    been missing recently..(pause)..  It probably has something to do with this headline  (holds up newspaper)
                                                                                                                                              DOC STOLE MY BRAIN
SEYMENT:         Which paper ... ?  (stops) ..  ! Ah . . . 
MONKIESYNE:  (interrupting)  Hmm, there is only one, right? ....  And all kind of shit's been hitting the fan, as you can 
                   imagine.  (Chris) Plummer's been banging on about wanting his  drain  back, stupid arse!  
                   The Doc got very upset of course.  And Koo's taken it VERY personally too, mind.
SEYMENT:        So we're kinda running the show, are we?
MONKIESYNE: Yeah, sure looks like it.