Kyle eyed the room. A dust-covered hodge-podge of tangled wires, disassembled computers, and half-built robots covered practically every surface of the small cabin. The unkempt surroundings immediately made him anxious. He had just taken a bath, and was very clean. Kyle backed slowly out of the room.

"Come on, Kyle! Just help me out…"

Kyle continued his retreat.

"I'm sorry. I can't. Not at this time of night," said Kyle in his robotic monotone, as he wheeled away from the work-shed. He stopped and turned, addressing Pax once more.

"Get some sleep. You don't want to get run down. You will be more likely to catch cold."

Pax waved him away as he sifted through the mess.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm not an fool."

"…well sometimes you act like one…"

"OKAY! Goodnight Kyle."

He heard Kyle putter away into the night, and continued on his search. He checked the clock again. 10:02 p.m. His favourite show, The Malgo Files, was already two minutes in. He began to panic, toppling over mountains of modified gadgets and tools as he foraged about the room. The remote was nowhere to be found. Pax was painstakingly surveying the room when the sound of Kyle's puttering alerted him to the door. Kyle stood in the entryway once more.

"It's on top of the television," he stated flatly before turning around heading back to the main house.

"Thank you!" Pax called after him sheepishly. Sure enough, there sat the remote, safe and sound, where he'd left it the night before. He turned on the television, and Malgo's craggy face appeared on screen. Pax sat down, keeping an eye on the TV as he simultaneously began work on a blueprint for Douglas.

With an impeccably steady hand, Pax drew a few perfect lines, then leaned back and examined his work. The design for the Galileo III was coming along nicely. He was in the midst of adding some "special touches" to enhance its user-friendliness. Kyle had warned him that his "special touches" did have a tendency to make things more complicated in the construction stage, but Pax was quick to brush off such criticism. Besides, he was the one who would have to build it in the end. How difficult could it be to add a fully furnished four-piece bathroom, three moon roofs, and in-flight movie facilities? Kyle was such a worrywart.

Pax laid down his drafting work and gazed up at the television.

Malgo squinted down at the jumbo jet's control panel. He remained calm as the airliner pitched violently left, then right, sending his lady friend tumbling across the cabin. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a mint.

"I have an idea."

Malgo reached for the cabin's first aid kit, opened it, and began to build… Something. Pax squinted at the screen, trying to figure out what Malgo was doing, in case he ever had to get himself out of a similar jam. As usual, whatever Malgo was "inventing" remained just slightly out of frame…

"Ha HA!" Malgo exulted, holding aloft his hastily assembled manual override panel.

He slammed the panel down and pressed a sequence of buttons. The plane levelled itself, cruising easily once more. Malgo's lady friend stood by his side, brushing her disheveled hair from her face.

"You saved my life Malgo. But… The mint - why?"

Malgo threw his arm around her waist, pulling her close. He popped the mint in his mouth.

"Wait for it…" he growled, kissing her.

Pax was impressed.

He looked down at the blueprints spread out in front of him. Studying them intently, he decided that they could use one more special touch. He grabbed a pencil, and began sketching out plans for the latest crucial asset to the Galileo III: an emergency mint dispenser.