Garry: I don't know why I bother trustin' ya or Seb.

Garry was pacing back and forth around a large art studio, while Nabtastic Canvastar was in the middle of painting something.

Garry: I mean, last time, ya put an entire damn ELEPHANT in my room.
Nab: You did make a bunch of jabs at Psy's love life. (For the nintieth time this week...) I had to shut you up somehow.
Garry: SHUT IT!
Nab: Look, did it ever occur to you that you just can't catch Koronova? She's smarter, more agile, and you're just too far up your own @$$ to accept it.
Garry: Too far up my- Why you-!!

A large Moai statue drops on Garry's head before he can insult the Ace Artist. The latter then walks off, revealing the painting to depict the just-transpired event. Nab proceeds to text Selina.

Nab: Your commission's done.
Selina: Thanks. Sending money now.

Selina has sent you $800
——
Seb and Genesis are shown on a roof, with Seb using Rewrite to get measurements of the roof lot they're on.

Gen: Remind me why you used PC's card to buy a rooftop again?
Seb: You know those people on TV who get an idea for a business, and they just get up and do it?
Gen: Yeah...?
Seb: Well, I woke up with an idea to open...

Seb writes "blueprint" in his notepad, and a large one appears and unravels in yellow light.

Seb: ...An Easter Island Lounge! You don't see too many around here, and I could make a ton! And that's not counting my Inventory Pets.
Gen: On a rooftop?
Seb: Mhm!
Gen: Of someone's tenant building?
Seb: Yep.
Gen: So customers would have to go through an apartment building to come here?

Seb, as he's using Rewrite to spawn an Easter Island Statue, pauses for a moment, processing that.

Seb: Yeah... Oh [Beep].

Gen lets out a quiet snicker.
——
The bald narcissist is seen pacing around the Living Room, rambling and occasionally shouting. Akari is just reading on the couch.

Garry: And then it gets dumber! The lil twat decides it'd be funny to drop a damn EASTER ISLAND STATUE! On my HEAD!
Akari: Mhm.
Garry: I mean, who does tha'? A book? Sure. A canvas? Yea. But the damn statue!
Akari: Mhm.
Garry: Imma goin Boun'y huntin.

Garry storms out the door, slamming it.

Akari: Mhm.
——
In the middle of a junkyard lot, Seb puts down a "SOLD" sign.

Seb: And there we go.
Gen: Huh... You've got a ton to work with here.
Seb: Well, at least we don't have any of that issue from before.
Gen: You mean the fact that customers would have to go through private pro-
Seb: We don't speak about it.
Gen: We should get the statue off that roof though.
Seb: I'll get that later.
——
The lanky egoist walks through some streets with a wanted poster in his phone.

Garry: Trent Jameson... Wanted for smugglin' of cigarettes from North Mexico to South Texas... Further details classified. Pha. Gimme some harder git!

Garry looks through his phone again.

Garry: Bofa Dese- Okay, real mature, jobby.

He swipes again, finding another Poster. The very target who got him on this crazy career to begin with.

Garry: Koronova. That Wallopin' Cow's eluded me for a damn month. I reckon it's time for payback at last.

Garry puts his phone in his pocket, and molds his head into a telescope. While looking around, he spots various sights.

Garry: Smoker... nut'tin new. Game Store... meh... Some- EUGH! Why would any damn fool leave their curtain open at that time!? People are weird...

Garry turns away from the sight, and notices a short man with a distinctive large nose, and scruffy mustache.

Garry: Huh.

Garry heads over to the man, and shows Koronova's bounty.

Garry: You seen anyone like this?
Big Nose: Yeah, she glided by muttering something.
Garry: Did she say ya sound like Wallace Shawn?

Seb is seen passing by the alleyway where Garry and Big Nose are, and hears a blow land, accompanied by the bald narcissist collapsing, unconscious, in front of him.

Seb: I don't wanna know.

Seb walks off, pulling out a list of various types of smoothies and drinks.

Seb: "Magnetar Juice"... "Orange Faux-Ale"... "Moai Mixture"... Okay that one's a good menu name.
——
In the South Wing of Selina's manor, a few guests are shown admiring a gallery of paintings done by Nab. And each one lets out a chuckle at "Revenge of the Moai", the latest commission done by Nab. Selina is shown in the center, with a long dark purple dress, and light red pearl necklace.

Guest 1: Miss Hyun, you must tell us who painted these. They're all brilliant!
Selina: I'd love to, but modesty forbids. And the artist wishes to remain anonymous.
Guest 2: Come on...
Selina: Display is contingent on anonymity. Sorry~
——
Meanwhile...

Koronova is seen gliding on walls, before using a steel cable to knock a pickpocket silly.

Koronova: Try as you may, you can't evade the Cables of Karma~

Koronova taps her goggles, giggling a bit.

Garry: How about the Long Neck of the Law, huh?!

Garry extends his own neck to glare at Koronova face to face.

Koronova: Might as well test this new function.

Koronova presses a spot on her goggles, prompting a red glow from the eyewear.

Garry: What in the 'ell is thaaAAAAAAHHH!

As though by itself, Garry's head reverts to its default state, and the sudden snap-back causes Garry to fall over.

Garry: Ow.
Koronova: Functions as expected.

The red glow deactivates.

Koronova: (Five seconds per interval... Gotta go before he realizes)

Koronova uses a steel cable to latch onto a wall, and runs up, while Garry stretches his jaw down.

Garry: What is tha', a power deactivator?

Garry chases after the blue-haired outlaw, screaming like a madman.
——
Gen is shown testing one of the Magnetar Juices on the counter.

Seb: Alright, that should be everything. How's the Magnetar Juice?
Gen: All good... (Hic) Didn't know you got- (Hic) ....the license...

Skeptical, Seb picks the bottle up, and smells it, before checking the expiration date.

Seb: Of course they fermented right before opening hour.

Seb tosses the bottle out, before getting his notepad.

Seb, while writing: "Fill Storage Containers with Magnetar Juice, that never expires, ferments". I gotta be more specific when spawning these things.
Gen, slightly tipsy: Yeah you do... (Hic)
——
In another part of the city, Koronova is running across rooftops, with Garry close behind, having molded his head into a jet glider.

Garry: Whaddya think o' THAT!? I almost... GOTCHAaa...

Garry was thrown off by Koronova gliding to the left long enough to forget to look where he was going. And he ended up ramming back-first, right into a Moai Statue that was left on the rooftop at the corner.

Garry: Ow... I know what I think of that, but I shouldn' say it in public. I'd be censored.

Garry dropped onto the ground, as the Moai Statue tipped over, and effectively flattened him.

Garry: AGhhzshoiit...

The statue suddenly vanished in a burst of yellow light, much to the hairless toothpick's confusion. He did catch on to what gave mere moments later though.

Garry, hoarsely: A bit late, Seb.
——
Later, Seb's Moai Lounge is open for business, and it is booming!

Seb: Welcome to Moran's Moai Nightlounge! (But we're working on the name.) What can I getcha?
Aria: Definitely an Orange Faux-Ale. Two straws.
Seb: Comin atcha!

Seb pulls one out, and puts the straws in. The two sip from it for a bit, before chatting again.

Aria: The lounge's going strong for a first night, hm?
Seb: A Moai Lounge. You don't see em every day. Definitely worth the hassle, huh, Garry?

Seb turns to Garry with an expression clearly hiding a laugh.

Garry: Ah, shaddup! Besides, I quit the damn boun'y hunting racket! That lot is more trouble than it's worth.
Akari: I'm proud that you're using your common sense more often.
Garry: Shut it, Blondie!!
Akari: I mean, seeing you go mad over that whole fiasco was hilarious. And what really makes it funny is that you never realized one crazy fact.
Garry: What?

Akari leans in close.

Akari: You've been targeting me the whole time.

Garry just goes into Processing Mode, and his head bursts at that sentence.

Garry: WHAT?! You- I- HOW?!

Selina walks by, and slaps Garry in the back of his neck, knocking him out.

Selina: Don't make a scene, Stue.
Seb: Im still trying to figure out what he was thinking the whole time. He clearly thought they looked similar, but didn't put two and two together.
Nab: It's Garry we're talking about. That's not his thing.

The duo laughed a bit at this remark, high-fiving.

Seb: He may use his head, but not too effectively!
Nab: Maybe he should've stayed in skull!
Both: Haha!
Garry: (Groan) I hate ya both...