Brit: Will you open that door!
Mr. Popo: We can’t.
CJ: But we need Midnight Spectre.
Wed: Now.
Vegi-La: If not sooner.
Dende: Truly, we would like too. But we cannot open the door.
RM552: We’re screwed. Now what do we do?
Brit: We’ll just have to hold off Chant as long as we can, until Midnight can arrive.
Ace: That’s a big ask.
Brit: I know.
DBP: And we still do not know where Chant is located.
Brit: I know.
Vegi-La: And we still have no idea where dun_like_dinner is.
Brit: I know.
Wed: So what are we going to do?
Brit: [taking a deep breath] OK, so this is the situation. We're two members down, facing impossible odds and we still have no idea where Chant is.
Everyone: We know.
Brit: We go back to the Estate of Justice. Collect Larry our ex-con, parolee gardener and add him to our ranks.
RM552: Larry?
Brit: I know. But desperate times… Besides we’ll have a better chance of locating Chant with our equipment back at the HQ.
Dende: If it is of any help, I also offer my services in your battle against Chant.
Wed: That’s very kind of you. But you’re no Midnight Spectre.
Dende: I know. Mr. Popo will remain here. When Midnight Spectre leaves the Room, Popo can tell him of your plans.
Brit: Agreed. OK Ace, let’s head back to the Estate.
Ace: Actually Brit. I’ve got an idea…
