Several years passed and Chôné Wilsøn, Karice Kentry, Tasha Fartin, and many other had finally graduated from KACCD. Tasha had moved up in the world and was married to Professor Fartin with whom she collaborated on casino carpet inspired fashion. Chôné Wilsøn had transitioned to the business side of things. Karice had expanded her mind to include the study of casino hotel drapery and why it always had to be some variant of beige. She won a MacArthur Genius Grant to study the effects of switching casino carpet patterns and hotel drapery colors. The four of them often had dinner together, meals full of lively discussion about the current state of casino carpet design. The future was looking bright for the gang.

One day when Chôné Wilsøn and Karice were at home with their young son, Nathan Vividbright Wilsøn, there came a knock at their door. Their butler opened it and nearly fainted when he saw present day lesbian looking Axl Rose accompanied by a very attractive 1986 Axl Rose.

"Sir, Madam, current year Axl Rose and a time traveling 1986 Axl Rose are here and request an audience."

Chôné and Karice greeted their visitors, shook hands, thanked, welcomed (in both senses), and shook hands again with their guests. The Axls wasted no time in explaining what they had come for.

"We live in the top floor of the James L. Knight Center, whose carpet has not been updated in over 100 years. As you know, the James L. Knight Center was built a thousand years ago by the indigenous inhabitants of present day Miami. Although it is not a casino, our carpet has been imbued with enough shit, vomit, and blood to make it into a living tapestry much like a casino carpet. But now it smells and looks hideous. We have studied your work and would like the two of you to collaborate on a new carpet for our luxurious penthouse suite."

Chôné and Karice told the Axls they would think it over. When the Axls left, Chôné said to his wife, "You know, I think this project is too big for just the two of us, let's loop in Tasha, Martin, and our old Professor V."

"But babe, Professor V. hasn't been seen in over two years when he abandoned academia to go live in the Arctic. Nobody knows if he is even still alive!"

"I have an idea," Chôné replied.