Can't you just see Felicia Day and Wil Wheaton--whom she just picked up from prison--standing in the back of a Chicagoland church... the clouds part and a beam hits Felicia, illuminating her in a heavenly glow... "the guild," she says to Wil... "the guild?"
"The guild, Wil, the guild."
The congregants cheer as Felicia back-handsprings down the aisle to join the dancers.
"The guild?" Wil wonders. "The guild. The *GUILD!*"