Good morning, angels of death! The elegant Elgala is here, to make three the strike force serving ACROSS. But Lord Il Palazzo's name ain't Charlie, and this spiral-sideburned siren ain't here to provide a moderating force between Excel and Hyatt. In fact her frilly tresses are an augur of bad tidings, and before they know it the trio are screwed.

Fire and water don't mix, and that burning sensation you feel is the flame rising from the apartment where so many good times were shared. The guys, robots, and Ms. Matsuya can crash at their office; but when you work for ACROSS and your office is a half-flooded basement studio you'll be getting your beauty rest under corrugated cardboard.

Surrounded by large, unfriendly dogs in the city park, it's a good thing they've still got their uncooked hot pocket cute little puppy Mince with them. Wait... what?