"Reputation?" the mystery guest said calmly. He had a separate channel on the Internet in development that gives you a countdown to the next millenium. "Since when did you guys downtown worry yourselves about your reputation?"

"Have it your way, lieutenant," Plankton sighed. "Say, I couldn't interest you in a couple tickets to the precinct cookout this weekend could I?"

"Cookout?" the mystery guest said dreamily. "I'm your man. Look, can you give me a lift? I'm parked over by the recreation center."

Next time: the mystery guest sinks a celebrity cruise!