It's 9:00! It's Thursday! Time for the Final Episode of SeinChak: the Nightwatcher!

Seinchack (VO):It was just another night for Ambassador Londo Mollari, raconteur, racketeer, and man about town who didn't like Narns. Londo was a fairly unpleasant fellow who'd cleaned up selling PPG fuses and marital aids to both sides during the Shadow War. Now the war was over, and he'd played both sides against the middle so successfully that even the Vorlons still liked him. Shortly, he'd be adding one more item to his resume. He'd be a dead raconteur and racketeer who didn't like Narns.

Londo staggers along drunkenly, singing to himself.

Londo: Spoo, wonderful spoo...

Sound effect: sproing

Londo: (looks around) Wha's that? (beat) G'kar, is that you? (beat) Morden? (turns around and starts walking) I'm not frightened, you know. You think you're frightening me, hmn? Don't you?

Londo turns a corner. Horrible sproinging noises can be heard. Londo screams.

Graphic title: "The (S)poo"

Jerry Seinchak works his way through the crowd. He's wearing his usual costume: worn blue seersucker suit, porkpie hat, white shoes and reporter's utility case over one shoulder.

Graphic credit: Executive producer: Jeff "Strasinsky" Rice

Seinchak approaches a long line of customers waiting at one particular stall.

Graphic : 3 days earlier

Seinchak (VO): It took some doing for ISN to get a toehold on Babylon 5, what with all the tension between here and Earth. It was a wretched posting, print PRINT if you can believe it-- alone for a night with 5 million aliens, yadda yadda yadda, so of course I wind up where I usually am, right in the middle, underworked and overpaid. And bored. I wouldn't be as soon as I found out about Mollari, but I wouldn't, because that hadn't happened yet. Right now, I was more interested in lunch.

Seinchak enters spoo stand. Behind a glass counter lurks a menacing figure in cook's whites and a droopy mustache. It looks supiciously like Morden. Seinchak hands over his money and moves 2 paces to the right.

Spoo Morden: What do you want?

Seinchak: Spicy flarn.

Seinchak moves 2 paces to the right and picks up his flarn. He walks toa booth within easy listening distance {he can tell, cause "Loving You" is playing on Babcom} and begins to eat. Londo enters.

Spoo Morden: What do you want?

Londo: Destruction of the Narn homeworld.

Spoo Morden: What did you say?

Londo: Destruction of Narn homeworld?

Spoo Morden: No Spoo For You!

Londo: No, I recognize you! You're Morden! Morden the Shadow minion! Morden the agent provocateur, the assassin!

Spoo Morden: (grimly) Go away Ambassador. Go away and do not return. No spoo for you. Someday my spoo may turn its eye toward your homeworld, and on that day, beware! NEXT!

Londo slinks away. Captain Krameriden and D'laine enter. They smooch irritatingly.

Spoo Morden: No smooching in my line!

Krameriden: Sorry.

Spoo Morden: You...(he studies Krameriden) You destroyed the Shadows at Za'Ha'Dum. You destroyed Za'Ha'Dum!

Krameriden: Yes...(puffs up) It was one of my proudest achivements, one of the great days for humanity. And Minbarianity. And Drazianity. All the "anities", really.

Spoo Morden: Not all the "anities".

Krameriden: Not all the anities?

Spoo Morden: Not for Shadowanity. No Spoo for You! Next!

Krameriden: But I'm the hero!

Spoo Morden: That and 500 pesos will get you a gordita.

Krameriden sulks away. D'laine moves over 2 spaces.

D'laine: You know, you look like someone.

Spoo Morden: No I don't.

D'laine: Yes you do. You look like ... Ricardo Montalban! Khaaaaaan! C'mon, do it! Khaaaaaan!

Spoo Morden: Tattoo, this is Ambassador D'laine. do you know wat her fantasy is? Her fantasy is NOT TO EAT SPOO FOR 6 MONTHS!

D'laine: Oh, please, no!

Spoo Morden: No Spoo For You!

Pull back from D'laine's crestfallen expression. Kosh scuttles across the Zocalo, clutching a bowl of spoo.

Kosh: (Clank) (whirr) SPOO (grind).....