MONK: Oh, look – the Boss’… fire… letters… thing… came back.
ALEX: When was the last time you saw it? Does anyone remember the last time they saw it?
MARK: The last I saw it, it was following him around spelling out “Wheee!” as the Boss handed out ponies left and right.
MONK: Well it doesn’t spell “Whee!” any more.
MARK: Just as well. That was kind of creepy.
ALEX: As opposed to floating burning letters that smell vaguely of sulphur that spell something OTHER than “Wheee?”
MARK: It’s a different kind of creepy.
ALEX: A different kind?
MARK: Yeah. When you expect eldritch evil and get something benign instead.
ALEX: … like if Cthulhu rose out from beneath the waters and gave you a kitten?
MARK: … and told you to have a nice day, then skipped back to R’lyeh for a tea party. Exactly.