MELISSA
Jeremy, I know you're mad, but-
JEREMY
(shouting)
I'm not mad!
He storms out the room, and slams the door behind him. The rest look over in stunned silence
MELISSA
He's mad.
HELGA
Your powers of examination know no bounds.
Lance nods towards the biscuits in the centre of the table.
LANCE
Is it time to eat yet?
Helga sighs and sinks back into her chair. Melissa clucks at her sympathetically.
MELISSA
I'm sure he understands. I mean, someone's got to be here to run the whole record label when we're away.
Helga looks at her carefully, and Alisa writes a message on her notepad which reads 'sorry, toots.' It finally clicks.
MELISSA
(mournfully)
Oh, well. Well, I understand. I mean, I wasn't very good at the missions and stuff...and did get in the way a lot. And I was trying to learn...but I guess I wasn't learning fast enough. It's better I'm here. Yeah, it's probably better. I'm going to go-
She stands up.
MELISSA
Call my mum, let her know I got back from space okay and didn't get hurt in all the risky yet exhillerating space missions I...I..
She chokes out the last few words before clicking on her heels out of the joint. Helga looks despairingly around the room.
HELGA
Unfortunately, that has been our most successful meeting yet.
LANCE
Choice in biscuits helped.
Camera turns to face him, and his cheeks are bulging with biscuits, chocolate drool slurping out his mouth.
LANCE
Whaat. Whaat? I can contribute sometimes, you know! My life sucks, I'm out of here.
He flounces out the room. A couple of seconds passes by before he pokes his head through the doorway.
LANCE
Nah, just kidding, I'm not PMT-ing like everyone else, I've just really got to pee. Laters.
Pan around the room to the mass of empty seats. Helga buries her head in her hands again.
