Their strange task now completed, the crack crew
Of that good ship, the Grokulator, step
Back for a moment to admire the view
Before Yectara calls to them, says "Yep,
That's what was needed. Now we must away."
They gather up their tools. Pepito stands
As stolid as a cow, which, one might say,
Is only natural. Such strange demands
As these are new to one who, before now
Took nothing but drink orders. Now he's made
A crop circle in his own likeness. How
He got here is beyond him. He's been played.
But there's Yectara, standing by the door.
She blows a kiss, and he don't care no more.