"Hey, what do you think we could sell Cold Rock for? I mean like, into slavery as some rich guy's trophy, or to any criminal who hates him, not as a bounty."
Crystal asks absent-mindedly.
"Why would we ever do that?!?" Ethel exclaims, alarmed, "We'd keep him..." an awkward pause, "then, you know... Let him go and stuff."
Wacky psychic."Also - anyone wondering what extra charges they added to this poor innocent soul to get his bounty so high?"
"Uh, LifeCyclon wasn't very helpful when we were there. Got to talk to some fascist security guard that was a real blowhard. Something's seriously wiggy about this case. Maybe we can get Nat to get back in there once she comes back. Will probably do better than us..." As Ethel murmurs this, she hits up her phone to search up any news regarding fires and houses on Venus. "You know, I thought Gilbert blowin' up the house was funny, but it just might slow Cold Rock down enough that we can meet him! Wouldn't that be so cool?"
Just thinking of Cold Rock makes Ethel forget about opening Jacob's secret package, and she simply slumps into one of the Scoutship's chairs instead, her head off in space. This is probably a good thing, considering Crystal's trying to sing...