Return of the Diabolical Dr. Moo, part two.

      Lisa sat grumpily editing text, while Moo blew her nose for the
      umpteenth time.

      "Okay, okay, I'm editing. So when are you going to fix my parodyverse
      linking device?" the luscious legal eagle asked.

      "As soon as I feel better," Moo said and then sneezed.

      "It's not my fault you caught a cold from rubbing noses with a bunch
      of cows," Lisa grumbled.

      "I didn't caught cold from a cow. Cows don't get colds," Moo retorted
      and then sniffled.

      "Oh, really? Then why do you have a cold?"

      "Because I'm not really a cow," Moo snapped, "I just play one in the
      Parodyverse."

      Lisa decided, wisely, that it was time to change the subject. "So
      what are you going to do to the BZLers?"

      Moo sighed. "They've already done all the good stuff to themselves."

      "Oh, c'mon Moo," Lisa said encouragingly. "I'm sure you can think of
      SOMETHING."

      Moo gave her a suspicious look. "I thought you where on their side."

      Lisa shrugged. "Blood is thicker than water... but not as thick as
      cool whip..." She looked speculatively towards Moo's bedroom.

      "Oh no you don't," Moo snarled. "You're not going anywhere near my
      boys with that foul stuff."

      Lisa tried to look innocent.

      "I suppose," Moo speculated. "I could make members of the US
      government. I worked for the feds for five years and it was a REAL
      nightmare."

      "But would it be funny?" Lisa asked.

      "Given what's going on in Washington these days it would probably be
      quite farcical."

      "If you make Jarvis president can I be an intern?" Lisa asked, now
      clearly intrigued.

      "I'll think about it," Moo promised and then sneezed again. "But
      right now I'm to take some Nyquil(tm) and go back to bed."

      "What about my parody-linking device?" Lisa asked, now annoyed.

      "Are finished editing my story?"

      "Well...not exactly."

      "Wake me up when you do and I'll think about it," Moo yawned. Cold
      medicine always made her groggy.

      Lisa's response wasn't printable. Or anatomically feasible.

      ****
      To be continued when Moo's brain is not full of cold medicine