The Crab Woman from the planet Ltpvëkgf^e-Gii 7 appeared this morning. She was the first female (at least I think she was female) in the Rolling Steel Tent since, well, ever. But she didn't want me in that way, or any other way. She wanted Chet. Sure, women always go for a guy in a fez. I told her Chet was in federal custody, awaiting trial for heroin smuggling, but that I didn't know which facility had him under lock and key. She gave me a disgusted look, snapped her claw, and dematerialized. Then I noticed Zorro the Wonder Dog was gone, too.