Back at the Really Big Fortress of Evil, a sense of dread had instilled itself in every guard. The security had been breached, and someone had to report it. After drawing straws, Royal Sentinel of Fair Verona #239 was coerced into telling Pip the bad news. "Master! County Paris and a figure dressed in black are wreaking havoc in the dungeons. I think they are looking for somebody's cousin."

"I see. How would you describe this other man?"

"By Jesu! A very tall man! A very good blade! A very, heh, very good wh---"

"I require no more information. He is Tybalt of the Capulet house. I have seen him before. Skilled as he is, he will be no match for Plan Delta!" At this, Pip snickered.

"That's not much of an evil laugh, sire."

"Shut up."

There was a shot, and #239 crumpled to the floor, dead. The Fellowship of the Pasta had arrived. The few Royal Sentinels standing guard fell quickly. Odysseus sent an arrow right next to Pip's head. "Pip, give us the keys to the machine and nobody gets hurt."

Pip gestured to the numerous bloody corpses on the floor. "What about those guys?"

"Please. They didn't even have names."

Keys in hand, Mercutio took over the interrogation. "Pip, where are you hiding Prince Escalus?

"What kind of villain are do you take me for? I killed him and threw his body into the marshes. It was great fun."

Mercutio slapped him. "Where were you on the 37th of September?"

"Eh?" A slap.

"What is the answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything?" Slap. "If Dan dances in a forest and no one is there, does he still squeal with glee?" Slap. "001010101001100?" Slap. "Can I have a beer?" Slap. "WHERE ARE YOUR REBEL FRIENDS NOW?" Slap.

Mercutio's next question was interrupted by Mr. Hanna. "Enough of this. The universe-traveling machine is located in the graveyard. We should get going. Tybalt can handle Mr. Pirrup and his Plan Delta."

Raising his eyebrows, Odysseus asked, "Plan Delta?"

"Let's go."

The graveyard was rather nondescript, with the exception of numerous holes wide enough for a friar to fall into and the towering black hole machine in the center of it. After a quick inspection of the contraption, Mr. Hanna decided that it was broken. Odysseus, pretending to have the slightest idea of what was going on, asked how long it would take to fix it.

Mr. Hanna looked thoughtful. "I'd say that it should be done just a few hours before the end of the universe. Three days or so. In the meantime, I would suggest that you and your friends stay close together. Do not antagonize Pip; he has power that you cannot imagine. Dan is currently in the forest. Best of luck." And so, with those various fragment sentences and a few pressed buttons, Mr. Hanna disappeared into a void of scientific impossibility.

"…So who was that guy again?" asked Mercutio.