Lucas walked in to the lab, the two people who had forced him off the seaQuest walking besides him, pointing guns.

"Ahhh, welcome Lucas. Would you please go sit on that chair?" Said Evil Dr. Pesky. Lucas looked at his two 'guards' and sat. Assistant Dr. Calla straped Lucas' arms to the sides of the chair, and got the needle out.

"Don't' worry Lucas, this won't hurt, much at least." Calla said with a evil grin on her face. "We're just going to get some blood and tissue samples."

"What do you want from me?" A very scared Lucas asked.

"Hmm.. what do we want? Just a Lucas to turture and extras for the classes the others teach. They need someone to practice on. Not that they aren't good at it." Calla replied.

"What 'others'?"

"Oh, the ELFer's. Evil Lucas Fans. They LOVE torture you. And have the captian read Ben the 'Riot Act'." Pesky said, running the samples through the computer. Just then, the senior staff of the SeaQuest came chargeing in. When Bridger saw Lucas, he immedently started to read the Riot Act to Ben, even though Lucas wasn't hurt.

"HA! Now you'll never get clones of me." Lucas said.

"On the contrary, my dear boy, your friends were too late. We have plenty of clones for the temple," Pesky replied. The ELFer's then ran in, took a clone, and walked out.

"Hey! You didn't leave a clone for me!" Calla yelled, running after the Elfs

"Oh, well. Maybe I can get a Angel clone. He is way to cute.." Pesky said, walking back to her computer, while the seaQuest crew filed out, wondering how these people escaped the mental homes.