Meanwhile, outside the Estate of Justice...
A figure runs frantically towards the main house...
RM552 (thinking to himself) : "Must warn them.... there's still time... Must ---"
::RM trips, falls down and bangs his head against the pavement::
RM (feeling the side of his head) : "Ow! Just a minor cut, I'll be fi--"
RM doesn't get to finish his thought as he looks up to see the JLR Mobile Reconnaissance Unit (a.k.a Larry the gardener's '74 silver Chevy van) barreling straight at him.
KERPOW! KATHUMPPA! KATHUMPA!
Wednesday: "I didn't know there were any speedbumps in our driveway? Anyway, we'll have our salsa soon enough guys, don't you worry."
Fused: "Hey, I think we hit something man, pull over."
Centurion (who heard the ruckus from in the house) is cradling RM in his arms.
Centurion: "OManOManOManOManOMan.... is he gonna be alright?!!!"
Wednesday: "Looks pretty nasty, but don't worry guys, Registered Member #552 has a healing factor, so he should be fine soon enough."
RM (groggily) : "Wahuh... 'Registered Member #552'... what kinda name is that?"
Wednesday: "Um, it's your's, dude."
RM: "What? My name is David, and.... who the hell are you people.....?"
