A/N: Now, beofe you go and say... "He's talking ideas from Thaddeus Halstead! Let's Lynch him! Let's Tar and Feather him! Let's Rid ehim on the Rail!" (I've been out of this century fo a while), I must tell you...YES they are the Same Characters...YES it is the same Cantina...YES it is the same set up for the title...

this is because Thaddeus and I are friends, and both Patrons of that cantina you hear about. And like how Star Trek, Star Wars, Doctor Who, and all those other series have books written off of them, these stories are based off the Cantina. We are sharing ideas and actually checking eachothers writing, therefore...i'm not taking ideas from him. We are drawing from the same place...Thank you for hearing me out...

Zifnab walked down the staircase of the Cantina to a most unusual scene. Data was clawing across the counter – while Virvel was grabbing the back of his long trenchcoat and attempting to drag the Immortal to the door.

“DON’T…MAKE…ME….GO!!” the man shouted as the lass managed to fling him from the counter, both landing in a tangled heap before he leapt to his feet again, rushing towards the back door that led to his safety.

Virvel looked at the red haired man with a small smile, asking him in the way that affected him most. Sighing, a small poof caught the running Time Lord and threw him to the wall. Giving Zif a small wink, Virvel walked over and grabbed Data by his long pony tail, causing him to wince as his head was pulled backwards. He was caught.

“Please...for the love of all that is good in the universe…both past and future…please let me stay here.”—Zif had never seen the Time Lord plead before—“I don’t need to go. I can sign up for classes later.”

“Classes?” JW had appeared from the kitchen, a fresh slice of pie in hand. “Wait. College?” Data nodded as much as Virvel would allow him to.

“He hasn’t gone to college yet, so he’s signed up, and is going for new student orientation.” Virvel explained.

“I don’t need college. I have the knowledge of my ancestors. That’s a lot of knowledge! I don’t need to study Shakespeare and Sophocles….I’ve met them!” he was still trying to escape from the Finnish Lass’s iron grip on his long hair.

“You still need to study more of humans. Go forth! Party! Learn with us.” Virvel pulled at that last part, causing another wince.

“I will…just let go of my hair!”

“Virv.” Zif muttered. “You can’t hold him forever.”

“He needs to go to orientation though.” She explained.

“Why?” JW asked through a mouth full of pie.

“Data—” Virvel loosened her grip some, “why do you not want to go to this?”

“It’s the most horrible thing in the history of the Universe. And I know my history of the Universe.” He muttered.

“You have faced the worst things time and space has to offer.” JW quipped, swallowing his pie with some fresh milk. “What’s so bad about this? What do you have to fear?”

“The worst thing of all….boredom.”

A pause filled the room; JW, Zif, and Virvel all looked at each other, dumbstruck. Finally–

“JW, you grab his feet. I’ll remove the sword and then grab his arms. Virv, keep your grip on that hair. We are taking him to College Orientation.” Zif ordered.

With that, the three Cantinians carried their fellow patron out the door, Data still trying to wrench himself out of their grasp.