"Oh, I think they like a little more variety in messing with us than that," Leela said. "Maybe tonight, the place'll turn into one of those cheesy retro bars, only you won't be able to get a bartender's attention to get a drink, and the only thing anyone'll be able to find on the karaoke machine will be the one song they hate the most." She laughed. That would be hell, though. Almost a week without a drink for her, more for other people, who surely would've liked one as much as Leela would right about now.

"My friend's theory was that we weren't the real targets of all that, anyway. She thought Jill and Marc were." It made more sense the more Leela thought about it. Why pick that night, if not because Landel had caught Jill? It was the obvious way it had been different from other nights at first.