[Slack and Hash are backstage, eating donuts and watching the monitors.]
Hash: You handled that so well.
Slack: Just don't act scared. They can smell fear.
[Then they see themselves on the screen, eating donuts and watching a screen, on which... you get the idea.]
Hash: Hey! It's supposed to go straight to the next presenters! Where's the stage manager?!
[Cut to a shot of the little binomes' room. We hear a flush.]
Slack: We gotta improvise. Um... for next... what was the next category?
Hash: Something about fan fiction.
Slack: For best story... um... where's the list?
Hash: I shot it into space like I was supposed to.
Slack: You didn't make a copy?
Hash: You didn't either!
[As the two squabble, the screen turns staticky. Then the bridge of the Satellite of Love appears onscreen.]