Lights up on a cruise ship, chugging through the night sea like a fat man through doughnuts on Monday morning. Langly's in position on the deck in a Hawaiian shirt, holding a tropical drink, and says he's "been waiting half [his] life for this." For what? Vacation? A cruise? Nah, can't be that. Further inside the ship's interior is Frohike, dressed like a stagehand, and ogling the bedazzled showgirls walking by. One winks at him, confirming our board posters' opinion that Frohike is hot, and he hornily mutters, "If I wasn't working...." But he and the rest of the LGs are always on, baby. That's just the kind of life they lead. But it'd be great to see them enjoy the fruits, once in a while. Like, let's see Langly at a rock show, already. Then, we see Elvis. Langly relays via earpiece that "The King has left the throne," and Byers and Frohike snap to, pulling curtains and doing other stagehand-y stuff. The King strolls toward the stage like he owns it, and then we get a neat Groucho bit with Elvis checking himself out in the mirror, except it isn't a mirror, it's Jimmy dressed as Elvis. The mischievous music goes to town as the Elvi mug at each other, then wham, Jimmy gives The King a sedative (from what I've heard, it'd have to be elephant-strong to knock him out so fast) and hops on stage in his place. Byers and Frohike carefully remove the knocked-out King and Jimmy goes into "You Ain't Nothin' But a Hound Dog." Having just come back from Las Vegas, where I saw four Elvis impersonators (we can talk Liberace too, if that floats your boat), I can say that Jimmy is doing a pretty good job. As Chuck D said of Vanilla Ice, "The boy can dance." So, Byers and Frohike run the prints of the unconscious Elvis through their whatsis as Langly asks from the audience, "Is it? Is it him?" Some goo comes off on Frohike's hand, and they see that this Elvis has a lot of makeup on. In fact, like Jesus, this Elvis is black. His name is Thomas Eames, and "he's wanted for embezzlement and wire fraud." Whoops -- Jimmy. Just as he finishes the tune, U.S. Marshals slap cuffs on him and lead him off stage. Thank you, thank you very much.