1.)

(Jack is laying across the laps of Helen and Darren, wearing a red tank top and green long johns, holding a finger up for Helen to wrap her yarn around while knitting. They look zonked out under the dull blue glow of the TV.)

TV:Next up, a three hour marathon of Necromancer Island!

2.)

(On the TV screen, a man in a dark suit makes menacing arcane gestures while lightning flashes behind him.)

TV: Starring... Desiderio Stackpole

DESIDERIO STACKPOLE: Behold, THE POWER OF THE SOUL!

3.)

(Darren relives some disillusionment while Helen tries to take his guff with good humor.)

DARREN: I can’t believe you got that from this cheesy ol’ shit.

HELEN:What? This is classic televisual entertainment.

4.)

(Turning away from one sourpuss to another, Helen smiles at Jack.)

HELEN: How does the apartment hunt go, sweetie?

JACK: Worse than I’d imagined. Being poor sucks.

5.)

(Earlier that day, Jack is being walked through a creepy, crusty apartment.)

APARTMENT GUY: It just needs a little steam cleaning and--

6.)

(After that in an even filthier place, a lady is trying to sell him on the unsellable.)

APARTMENT LADY: I’m told the scent will be gone after the steam cleaning!

7.)

(At yet another place, Jack seems paralyzed in an ambiguous flavor of shock, hands braced to block an attack from below, too late...)

APARTMENT LADY 2: Um, our cockroaches don’t usually go up pant legs...

8.)

(Back at Helen's, the three discuss options.)

HELEN: Dang, well what now?

JACK: *sigh* Demetri got me a place.

DARREN: It better not suck as bad as the last one.

9.)

(Later, Darren and Jack are in a spacious modern apartment, with some carpets and walls decorated in a large thistle motif, black on white.
Darren leans on the wall, and Jack has a hand on his hip. He's wearing a t-shirt now, black with green letters reading "CAT" and a monstrous shape that doesn't quite read as a cat.)

DARREN: You’ve got a sugar daddy, dude.

JACK: Don’t start!

10.)

(The sass-fest continues.)

DARREN: Anyway, this place is pretty dope. When do I move in?

JACK: Maybe you should get your own sugar daddy.

DARREN: Hell, sign me up.

11.)

(Darren and Jack are checking out the large, fancy balcony, and gesturing at unseen enemies with finger guns. Darren has two, Jack one..)

DARREN: I need a gat for clown attacks. Maybe you get a little one. Pow pow!

JACK: I can handle big ones. Pow pow.