[Two youths appear in the antechamber, grinning.]

Youth #1: 'Greetings, surly bearded Rufus-type dude.'

[Pickle emerges from behind Treguard's chair.]

Youth #2: 'Hey there, suspicious Vulcan green-clad dude!'

Treguard: 'Your names, please.'

Youth #1: 'I am Bill S. Preston, Esquire.'

Youth #2: 'And I am Ted 'Theodore' Logan. And together we are...'

Bill & Ted: '...Wild Stalyns!' [They play air guitar]

Pickle: 'Wild stallions, Master! Champing at the bit, I'd venture to say.'

Treguard: 'Oh, do shut up, Pickle. This is another of Drassil's contrived crossovers. But let's humour him, shall we? I am Treguard, this is Pickle. Bill, you act as Ted's advisor. Sit over there, and... advise.'

Bill: 'Sure thing, dude!'

Treguard: 'And Ted, take this knapsack for food.'

Ted: 'Woah! That is a most non-fashionable fashion accessory, Mr. Guard. And what's that most archaic looking crash helmet? [The Helm is put on.] This doesn't fit, dudes, and there's no visor.'

Bill: 'No, Ted my friend, I am your ad-visor. I will assist you most assuredly, while you embark on an excellent adventure.'

Ted: 'Most triumphant!' [They play air guitar again.]