After a long day of working on blueprints for the portal and fixing up his old computer, Fiddleford sat back on the couch in the lab and pulled out his banjo.

Hmm... I wonder where Stanford gets all this ding dang knowledge from, he thought to himself as he strummed his banjo to fill the silence. Must be some sort of deal with a demon. Heh.

Fiddleford shook his head, pushing off the thought. That was silly. Though Stanford had been actin' kinda weird lately...