(Click MORE INFO for transcript.) Mr. Meany is still a Posh Spice zombie, and an old friend returns to explain why. Sweetie: Hi, folks. Mr. Meany is still Posh Spice. I’ll admit, it was kinda fun at first. We spent seve hours shopping for slutty outfits at the mall, then he redecorated his side of our room to look more glam and girly. Posh-Meany: Girl power! Spice up your life! Sweetie: But now he’s starting to drive me nuts. He won’t shut up with all those stupid Spice Girl catch phrases. Posh-Meany: (Gazing thoughtfully into the distance.) Zigga-zigga. Sweetie: I’ve gotta change him back, before I beat him to death with a Prada handbag. The worst part is, he makes himself puke like every three minutes. (Off camera, we hear Posh-Meany puking.) There he goes again. Well, I think I know the clown behind this… (Turns to speak on their video-phone.) Sweetie calling Lulzo. Come in, Lulzo. (Lulzo appears. He looks even worse than he did the last time we saw him. He’s blurry, he keeps strobing and leaving trails of sparks as he moves.) Lulzo: Hello, Sweetie. You look well. Sweetie: I can’t say the same for you, you computer virus douchebag. Why are you all pixelated like that? Lulzo: These are the effects of Mr Meany’s little gift. Sweetie: His gift? Oh, right. He gave you his digital syphilis. Lulzo: Yes. An impressive little infection, I’ll admit. And how is Meany doing today? Sweetie: You already know. He’s turned into Posh Spice, and you did it. Lulzo: Yes. To thank him …