[VoodooDali]

As Voo enters the room, a surly pomegranite with a cherry bomb strapped to his back leaps towards Voo with zealous abandon

Voo: Hey whoa!

Pomegranite: In the name of my grape comrades, you must die!!!...pulls on cherry bomb stem

Voo: Grapes?

Pomegranite: Us Poms are standing shoulder-to-shoulder with our grape allies.

Voo: But I have nothing against grapes...some of my best friends are grapes!

Pomegranite: Stop using cliches and pull yourself up by your own bootstraps!

Voo bends down and, tugging hard on her bootstraps, tries to pull herself up, but only succeeds in pushing her head down through the floor. Tired of being ordered about and berated, she decides to ask some questions.

Voo: I've never seen a talking pomegranite before. Where do you come from?

Pomegranite: Right here, of course! Is there anywhere else?

Voo: Uh, so I've been told.

Pomegranite: I've never heard of anywhere but here. Prove it.

Voo: It's hard to explain, really. Over in the *other* place, there's a little yellow room, and a woman is sitting in front of a computer making all this up.

Pomegranite: So, like, *I* don't really exist and none of this is real? Then I'm sure you won't mind if I throw this cherry bomb in your EYE!!!

Cherry Bomb: Go for it! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!


Voo: Please no! I'm as distressed by that as you are, believe me.

Pomegranite: So, if "here" is not really "here", then how can we be talking like this?

Voo: I don't know...It makes me feel so existential, and it gives me such a terrible headache. Don't you ever get headaches?

Pomegranite: I'm sure you'd give me one if I had a head, whatever that is. I wish you would start making sense.

Voo: My head is this, um, round thing? On the top of my body?

Pomegranite: I have to admit you are the ugliest fruit I ever saw.

Voo: What's to stop me from just eating you!

Pomegranite: My god, woman! That's sick! And you call the grapes savages...

Voo: I never said that - stop putting words in my mouth!
Voo spits and a bunch of words scurry away into the dark corners of the room. All words she dislikes because she can never remember what they mean...inchoate, heuristic, assiduous...

Pomegranite: Will you stop beating around the bush?

Bush: Yeah, cut it out, will ya? You're stunting my growth will all that racket! I can't even hear myself think!

Voo jumped, for she hadn't noticed the bush before

Voo: Where'd you come from? Notices she's holding an egg beater in her hands...has she been beating around the bush this entire time?

Bush: I've always been here. I am here now. And I always will be here.

Voo: Bush, have you ever heard of anywhere but here?

Bush: We got here yesterday, we're here now, and I can't wait to leave tomorrow. We got here yesterday, we're here now, and I can't wait to leave tomorrow.

Voo: Pom, does he always talk in riddles?

Pomegranite: That's the pot calling the kettle black, don't you think?

Pot: You're black!
Kettle: Why, thank you!
Pot: You're quite welcome.
Kettle: Cheerio.

Voo: Can you please tell me what's going on?

Pomegranite: Look over there - in that corner...They killed them...killed them all...all the little defenseless grapes...and then they drank their blood! Filthy barbarians!

Voo walks over to the table. Vicsun and Mini-me are nowhere to be found. The floor is viscous with squishy grape. Sitting on the table is a large goblet with a note next to it: DRINK ME.