...it was Moot, hovering above them once again. What they thought was snow was actually Moot's dandruff. "You've all made a valiant effort, but need some focus. If you all stroke you're chinchilla pelts and chant the mantra, you can summon the oracle Bernie Madoff. The all powerful Madoff will..."
Moot looks down, holding his right forefinger to his ear.
"Hello..."
"What!?!"
"He did?"
"How much did you say that was!??!!"
"He's gonna end up whose b*tch?"
"O.K. Thanks."
Moot clears his throat, raising his hands and looking up to the sky and speaks...
"Never mind." And, as quickly as he appeared, he was gone.
The group sits in stunned silence. Dougtravels looks at Highway Star and says, "YOU! You told us Mootology was the way. What the #%*@'s up with that?!?"
The group becomes angry, gathering behind Doug. Highway Star fears for his life. Then...