In flight pattern, and looking goo.

A rare glimpse of the increasingly private Grodin Fresson, beaming in to Jeff Cochrane's party, 2007.

He is a transcript of the conversation that followed.

Cochrane (Flabbergasted): Holy shit my Christ! Fresson!! What the fuck are you doing with that? I told you not to try the Transhattan3000 yet! It's still in the early experimental stages...we haven't even had the balls to try it on the monkeys.

Fresson: Ooooh, I thought you said it was through the experimental stage, and ready for the monkeys.

Cochrane: No Grodin, I didn't say that...and you're not a monkey are you?...Thank god it's back...I've been stalling Howard about it's disappearance, and it's been totally giving me the shits...How do you feel? Any temporal displacement, blurring, dejavu? Anything weird?

Grodin(checking in his underpants): All good here Colonel, situation normal.

Cochrane clasps the Transhattan3000, and hurries it back into its refrigerated storage room.
Grodin is already eyeing up a can of Kronie on the table.
Grodin pulls a reefer from his jacket and lights up. Cochrane comes back in and begins lecturing him about how he needs to be studied, and quarantined, in case he's brought germs through time with him, and about how he could wipe out the whole universe...and ya-deda-deda. Grodin walks over the an attractive blonde in the corner and offers her some weed. She accepts. Grodin can feel a Frank the Tank moment coming on. He grabs a can of beer and bongs it in 3 seconds. He's not finished. Pazza throws him another one.
Cochrane shakes his head in frustration, looks around to see that everyone is starting to crowd around Grodin and chant "Beer bong, beer bong, beer bong...," and shrugs his shoulders, bemused.
Part of him wishes Grodin had been crushed in the transportation through time...that would teach him. But the other part of him is glad to have the Transhattan3000 back in one piece, and no harm done...and besides, if Grodin got crushed in time, the whole universe might have freaked out, and there'd be no party.

Seconds later there is a knock at the door. Howard and his wife have arrived. Howard removes his Fez, and hands Cochrane his wifes fur coat to put somewhere.

Two hours later...

Grodin: Cochrane, I just realised, something is a bit different since I transhattered. Now I don't have an asshole.

Cochrane: Well, what do you want me to do about it?


Image documentation by Simon Archer Hurlstone.