Quantum landed in Campo de' Fiori which quite surprised onlookers - but they thought it was a new scheme by the Mayor. Some people clapped and others grumped. Diners went about their culinary business, while the Wabbit and Lapinette remained in Quantum's cab. Skratch made a few euro by collecting money, much to Wabsworth's disapproval. "Give everyone a receipt," he said, "It will all have to be accounted for." Lapinette turned to the Wabbit. "What about the prisoners?" The Wabbit flinched. "We have prisoners?" Lapinette waved her paws. "Uberclerk Zzorp and the Reclamoids!" The Wabbit put his head back and laughed. "Put them on at the Circus Maximus, they'll be a hoot." Lapinette felt that the Wabbit's levity was misplaced. "You can't let them run loose on Earth. Who knows what might happen?" Wabsworth chortled from below. "Zzorp might be able to sort out your Dinosaur Account." "Doubt it, no-one can," smiled Lapinette. "I'll take them back on Thursday," laughed the Wabbit. "Today's Thursday," replied Lapinette. "Next Thursday," offered the Wabbit. They were quiet for a few moments. "I suppose we could offer them dinner," said Skratch. "All receipts to be lodged," insisted Wabsworth. "I'm thirsty," said the Wabbit. Everyone burst out laughing. "I see a waiter bring complimentary drinks for the intergalactic travellers," smiled Wabsworth. The Wabbit was delighted, "Better bring our guests out of the brig and prepare them for a week's stay." Lapinette gave him an old- fashioned look. "I only travel intergalactically on Thursdays," shrugged the Wabbit.
