(Dawn 3 days later. The Destiny peacefully cruises over the waves. All is calm, quiet, and nature seems to be in a state of perfection. Of course, this is because Ronfar isn't steering the ship... Anyway, Hiro and Lucia, who have been meeting secretly for the past few days, are at the stern of the ship.)
Lucia: Say, didn't Leo tell you to stay away from me, a few days ago?
Hiro: No, he distinctly said "Urchin Boy", whoever that is.
Lucia: It's not like I listen to Leo, anyway. Hey, what's that?
Hiro: What, the director?
Lucia: No... THAT!
Hiro: Oh! That's a song cue! Uh oh!
The song cue, actually a giant letter "Q", appears on the set)
Lucia: I get the message!
Blue Star, or wherever we are,
I believe that my hat will go on.
Once, more, I'll open the door,
When I feeeeeel that cold draft,
My hat will, go on, my.... head!
Hiro: What does that have to do with anything?!?
Lucia: I have no idea... but something tells me that if I recorded that song, I could sell millions of copies...
Hiro: Beat it, cue! Go bother Picard!
(Then, a bolt of lightning strikes and destroys the giant Q. A blinding flash eventually subsides to reveal none other than Ghaleon.)
Ghaleon: "A cameo appearance?" What a waste of my skill. I am the GrrrREATest AcTOR to ever bless this world with his presence!
Lucia: Wow, look. Love interest, number 3. Don't I feel special.
Ghaleon: I built this ship, but I warn you. It's sort of a rush job, so I would certainly not try to, for instance, ram it into any icebergs.
Lucia: Have you noticed that there aren't enough life boats for us important people... or for the crew, for that matter?
Ghaleon: That would be because there are NO life boats, duh... Zophar thought they were too gaudy.
Hiro: Zophar?!?
Ghaleon: Did I say Zophar? I meant... Sophie! Yes, my Cousin Sophie. .... Well, gotta go!
(Ghaleon vanishes)
Lucia: Huh, that's interesting.
Hiro: What?
Lucia: I don't know, but for all the money we just spent on special effects, the plot BETTER be thickened!
Hiro: Well, the sun's up now. Brrr... why is it so cold?
Lucia: We must be entering the northern seas... you know what that means?
Hiro: Your hat will go on?
Lucia: Correctamundo!