[Suddenly, a blurry black image and a whole lot of snoofsnoofsnoofsnoofsnoof sounds, which solidifies after a moment into glowing white eyes peering down at the omni over an extremely long snoot. Then, offscreen:]

Ehhhhh, is that Miss Lysithea? Goodness. If this 'network' business is going to tell me who I can get sweets from perhaps it will be worth paying attention to after all.

["Mroh," answers the omen cheerfully. Then the snuffling resumes, and the omni is subsequently knocked off of Break's bedspread and down onto the rug. His grumbling can be heard, muffled. It seems that someone has finally bothered to show the Victorian what the network is.]