*We come back from commercial to see King Snarf proceeding through an exit.*
Monroe: What?!? I thought he was escorted to the locker rooms?!?
*King Snarf is approached by someone who looks like Jimmy Olsen.*
Random Jimmy Olsen doppleganger: Hiya King Snarf! That look-a-like you hired just got nabbed by some security mooks and the new head honcho.
King Snarf: Uh, thanks. Here's two bits, youngster. Go buy yourself some Bazooka Joe.
RJOD: Jeepers! Thanks, mister!
*King Snarf exits the Cheesedome, flags down a taxi, and leaves for the evening.*
