"You hear that, folks? We may get him up here again. But only if the bidding goes high enough, and the person who determines that is me! Impress me. I know you've got the credits to spare, and we need your help to rebuild our facilities. Help Alpha, help yourselves, and get a little cheek to cheek time with this adorable man in the process!" That's more than enough to get the crowd interested. Bids pop up from across the dancefloor, Jack pointing them out and repeating the amounts as they climb from fifty, sixty, seventy five, one hundred, then one fifty.

"Come on, folks. We're at one fifty and that's nowhere near what Cisco deserves. One fifty is not going to get him up here again. Not even close. We're going to have to do much better than that!"