| Ian | |
| *fiddles with Edge's tool* |
| Edge | |
 | Ehm, what are you doing? |
| Ian | |
| Um...just kinda adjusting one of your inventions... |
| Edge | |
| Stop that! And how did you get into my secret labratory? |
| Ian | |
| Everyone knows the password. It's the same one you use for the celebrity porn sites you frequent when you run out of Bono pics. |
| Edge | |
| !! SHHH! |
| Ian | |
| People forget that I'm not the ONLY man whore around here. |
| Edge | |
| Shhh! And what did you do to my invention, anyway? |
| Ian | |
| I just adjusted your time machine. I figure, if the girls can have their idol in baby!iconic form, I should be able to own a Madonna from the Like a Prayer years. |
| Edge | |
| You DO know she was still a little less than double your age even back then? |
| Ian | |
| Quiet you! I WILL HAVE MADONNA! |
| Ian | |
| BWA HA HA HAA! |
| Kate | |
 | What the --? Ian, what's going on? |
| Kate | |
| *notices Ian's hand on Time Machine* |
| Kate | |
| Are you staeling Imelda Marcos' shoes? You honestly already have enough, Ian...and they are women's shoes. |
| Edge | |
| How did YOU get in!? |
| Kate | |
| Oh Edge, everyone knows your password. How else do I get my pictures of naked Ewan? |
| Ian | |
| You could borrow The Pillowbook from me |
| Kate | |
| This is true. |
| Edge | |
| *points* Ian is trying to bring back Madonna, circa 1989! |
| Ian | |
| 1988, to be exact. If you look at the copyright laws, you'll notice that Like a Prayer was mostly worked on in 1988 and -- |
| Kate | |
| OKAY. That's enough. |
| Kate | |
| But if you remove Madonna from the past, won't it mess up the present? |
| Ian | |
| It didn't hurt anything when you took away baby!U2. |
| Kate | |
| No...it didn't...but getting Madonna here destroys the whole point of the Zoo where everyone (female) takes out her lusts on certain famous or fictional people! |
| Ian | |
| What about ME? Am I famous or fictional? |
| Kate | |
| The only thing ficitional about you is the number of people you've pleeased during sex! |
| Ian | |
| YOU never compalined! |
| Kate | |
| *GLARE* |
| Ian | |
| It dosen't matter!! I NEED MADONNA! |
| Ian | |
| *attempts to pull lever* |
| Kate | |
| NOOOO! *leaps in slow motion* |
| Time Machine | |
 | *is bumped and numbers representing time and reality are all screw up* Bee boop bee bee doooo! |
| Ian | |
| Now look what you did! I don't know what's going on, or who is going to come out of that thing... |
| Kate | |
| Wait, didn't you set it to retrive early Madonna? |
| Ian | |
| No! I was trying to see her on Broadway first and THEN bring her back! |
| Edge | |
| Oh shit, you entered two commands at once?! The machine isn't ready for that! |
| Time Machine | |
| *stops shaking and slowly opens door, releases cheesy dry ice fog* |
| Mystery Guest | |
 | According to Rolling Stone, I'm just a feast of sight and sound... |
| Kate | |
| *gasp!* |
| Ian | |
| It's... |
| Brian Slade | |
 | Yes, it is me...your androgynous, glam rock slave for the evening... |
| Tania | |
 | *runs in and lassos Brian* |
| Tania | |
| Evening my ASS, you're mine! Man in drag....*droool* |
| Edge | |
| Something is SERIOUSLY wrong with that girl. |