Red Leather Jumpsuits: Back in Style.

Back at the dinner party, things were heating up. Cocaine-laced kebabs littered the floor, ILSMs having fervently sucked all of the cocaine out of the sandwiches' cheese naan. All, save La Tantesse, were in the mood for grinding. A funky bass line began emanating from behind closed doors, and a steamy fog slipped through the gaps. Suddenly, the doors to the dining hall flew open, revealing a dark figure in a red leather jumpsuit. It was Rick James!

"How had he returned from the 1980s," thought Nancy.

Perhaps La Tantesse had used her immense wealth to purchase a time machine. Or perhaps it was all a cocaine induced hallucination. Either way, the ILSMs were willing to overlook his rather antiquated attire in light of James' most redeeming qualities: his propensity for cocaine and deviant sexual practices.

Fueled by a near fatal intake of cocaine and nicotine, SAM and Nancy ground fervidly to the sounds of '80s synth and the sights of a laser light show. So fixated were the ILSMs that they didn't hear the rumblings of Sven's mobile task force as it approached the La Tantesse citadel. Sven followed behind his army of hired goons, buffoonishly rocking out to Bob Seger, an artist long known for his aversion to all things ILSM (including cocaine, lesbians, and personal hygiene).