THE PHANTOM OF THE FILM:
((A burst of strange, exotic pipe organ music blares wildly as a masked man steps out from behind the columns))
**Pardon moi, Mademoiselles. I could not help but notice the quaint little afternoon coffee break. I am certain I can afford my presence to such an occassion. I hope you do not mind, but I have sto-, ah, procured some fine delicacies from Monroe's secret stash and can now offer the best of the best. Surely, you all would be willing to dine in style with me, and we could share the most delicious gossip from throughout the set. I must apologize for my fishy odor, it is not fresh caviar or baby squid or any other surprise of the sea, but one which I am currently unable to avoid.**
((The Phantom pulls out another chair and sits at the little bistro table, holding forth a Biker's Basket overflowing with scrumptuous goodies.))
**Now, where's the Espresso? - Oh yes, Milady High Priestess, I think I may have discovered a mutual friend of ours, for some reason left to rot in the bowels of the pit between the Sacred Relic Room and the Properties Storage Facility. He is quite famished, and I have offered what restitution I can, but be assured I am certain he is still hungry. He has not eaten in several days.**