He didn't somewhere in his noisy chaotic maras of society, his old fellow traveller, Voldo.

A man unstuck from place and time, he travels a world on foot. V must go find him.

At the ski slopes, I find him almost immediately. At the sea, I hunt until I am mad,

and yet Voldo does not reveal himself to me. V search for Voldo, but that is Voldo searching for.

Perhaps he is not searching at all, but running from something. Does this man even want to be found?

Or, in searching for Voldo, did we really find ourselves? No, probably not.

T-B-T-A-N!

Sir, do you have any idea how super cool you are? Yeah, thanks.

Have a picture of you for above my bed, please. It's time now for a full look at your forecast

with Astrid. Maybe we can canoeodle before you get into it.

About, um, we're not going to be canoeing. Oh, I thought canoeodle meant chat.

Shelly Mills looking good out there at Arcadia Lake.

We're Shelly. What happened to her?

There's, look at her run! You can't run!

Must have been a one-man Vod Galact in his past life because the big man knows how to entertain.

We are legitimate, and we're turning out mega mega stars, and it's just show that actually

you see great things happen to these kids, and I love it, and I think that it's going to be around for a while.

I'll tell you what, canoeodling is like easily 80 to 90 percent of what happens on this program,

so don't take away our canoeodling, please, on this Thursday afternoon edition of T-B-T-L.

As soon as we get the kinks worked out here, I'm sure it's going to be a great, great show.

This is the show that just might be too beautiful to live. My name is Luke Burbank. I'm your host,

Wayne, and I'm 188 pounds. Four yeses, and one hell yeah.

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