Darius Emmanuel Grouch III, The Rumble, is outside, training all his subjects various martial arts techniques, when suddenly one aloof soldier checks his phone. From atop the tallest point of Money Cliff, which serves as Grouch's podium, the walking Lovecraftian horror points at the inattentive flesh sack and screams, "Texting during training? What a fucking dipshit you turned out to be! Did your mommy raise you this way?"

The soldier, feeling put on the spot, announces loudly, "well, Grouch, I'm sorry, but I just got a notification. All my MoneyCoin… is gone…"

"WHAT? Who the fuck messed with my MoneyCoin!?" Darius screams.

Suddenly, everyone pulls out their phone and looks at their digital wallets- it's all gone to zilch. The Rumble hyperrealistically screams. Little does he know, but northwest of Money Cliff, John Wick, along with two coconspirators, stands atop the glass roof of Money Mansion, witnessing the scorching library floor. John looks to his right, where his friend, a man donning very colorful cowboy attire, pulls out his tablet. He announces, "woo howdy, looks like good old Jonsey was killed by Bubsy Bobcat…"

John nods and says, "Bubsy? What the hell, track his location, pronto…"

Yondu, standing to John's left, quips, "damn, you guys are on top of things. I'd bet if young Peter's girl was killed the first thing he'd do is put on one of those silly songs of his and beg for me to cry. Thank god you found my corpse floating in space."

John insists, "hey, cowboy, we need info pronto, I'm starting to get sick of this banter."

"Well, they don't call me the Dingster for nothin'," the cowboy bluffs as he thrusts his pelvis slightly forward towards the world's most obvious elevator. "The two-timin' Bobcat is downstairs with a robo-cop. We must go through the elevator."

Together the gang talks up to the shiny elevator and looks at the interface. "The elevator… it's offline!" John screams.

Yondu confidently exclaims, "looks like my time to shine!" Then, he whistles out a tune, and a small arrow flies over his shoulder. Intricately, Yondu plays an incoherent tune, controlling the arrow's current position. The small piece of ammunition pierces through the computer interface and causes the elevator system to crash. The doors to the elevator room open up.

The elevator itself falls down the shaft. Staring from below, Blart, the Rock, and Bubsy feel the tremors. Bubsy says, "we got company… Wait, I have an idea… Blart, follow me… Dwayne. Stay behind-"

The Rock looks at his minimap. He lets out a little laugh. "Guys, there's no need to worry. My teammates are coming to me. We can just talk things out, I'll grab the reboot cards, and you'll be on your merry way…" However, midway through discussing the gameplan,The Rock smoldered intensely, disgusted by this anthropomorphic animal's face. He speaks with a two percent mumble and a thirty-two percentile level anger, "what… what are you doing?"

With a scorpio-graphic lighter in one hand, a tenacious grip screaming bloodshed in the other, and a Marlobro in his mouth, Bubsy lit up a smoke and blew 187 degrees clockwise. The wrestler teases, "what? Can't blow smoke up in my face? How pathetic! I can smell what you're cooking from a mile away! Me? Pfft. You'll never smell what the Rock is cooking and live to see the day. John's my friend. Jonesy is my friend. You're just a weed-smoking Bobcat."

"Noo… I don't smoke weed. I love catnip– and yarn too!" the Bobcat refuted with the confidence of an innocuous child learning that the Tooth Fairy is his mom and Santa has been fucking her every Tuesday night for seventeen years straight. It didn't help his case that his cloaked joint was unraveling at the seams. All the while, RoboBlart is running circles around Sol Crima. The Rock can barely contain his laughter.

"Is literally everyone here stoned?" Dwayne screams, punching a hole in the wall. Blart freezes in place. Bubsy blows a ring right onto the Rock's fucking face. The gasses bounce off his magnificent clean-shaven forehead.

Bubsy drops the joint to the floor and stomps it. He smiles, "maybe we are. So what? What could… umm… possibly… yeah. you dig? End of the world, ya know, not good for umm… our minds. Yeah. Massage the mind. Snoop Dogg said that…"

"You got to be kidding me… I tell ya what, just hand me the cards now, and…"

"No, not until later. When, yeah, we save the world."

"I'm in hell."

Suddenly, John, Yondu, and the Dingster decide to drop down the long shaft, deploying their umbrellas. The remains of the elevator litter the ground level. Yondu yells, "I'm Mary Poppins y'all!"

Upon landing atop metallic debris in the underground lair, the cowboy threatens, "somebody ring the Dingster?" His voice echoes throughout the poorly-lit hallway.

John lands last, letting out a hunter's grunt. Within a foot's distance of the necceciently bickering duo, Wick quickly separates himself from his unit and hones in directly on Bubsy, who is staring locked at The Rock's shiny scalp. Anticipating Wick's arrival, Dwayne grunts to Wick, "he's all yours, John," then struts ahead, quickly reuniting with his squad.

He states in a menacing monotone, "Bubsy Bobcat, you got some explaining to do," all the while throwing two clips in the air. He quickly pulls out two empty pistols, holds them upside down, and allows the magazines to fit neatly into the weapons.

The bobcat is immediately intimidated. He mumbles, "you didn't need to show off."

John Wick juggles his two pistols, and in the meantime, he pulls out two more magazines and juggles them as well. Then, he rummages around his full-body holster, and does a sick 360 degree counterclockwise twirl. The two loaded pistols fit neatly into empty holes, and the spare magazines pluck neatly into two more empty handguns. With his weapons loaded, John pulls out a sawed-off shotgun and aims it right at Bubsy. John screams, "I need you to explain everything!"

Bubsy screams right back, "IT WAS ALL AN ACCIDENT!"

The Dingster stares at the brutal carnage-stained room. He had seen many of his people fall, but never to this brutal an extent. He asks of the Rock, "what kind of rootin-tootin-shootin-trappin carnage happened here?"

"An accident, stupid. Did you even pay attention to what the high cat said?" The Rock quips.

Slightly shocked, Yondu passively walks to his fallen comrade Fortnite Jonesy's corpse and pulls out a few grenades off his torso. "Poor fellow didn't even knew how to deploy explosives".

"I can't believe what I'm seeing. All this death, and you and John are holding back!" the Dingster screams.

Yondu quips, "it could be worse. At least your papa's not an egomaniacal parasite who turned himself into a planet. There's a lot of us sleeping with the seeds, and pal, you ain't the most flattering batch of fertilizer. Here, lemme help ya!" Yondu then spits on Jonesy's corpse and chuckles, "that outta help!"

"Just shut the fuck up already" John screams. He stares back at Bubsy and screams, "talk you stoned bobcat! Tell me this scene looks like an accident, and I'll show you what premeditated murder looks like!"

"Alright… alright…" Bubsy clearly says as he tilts his head down. He apologizes, "I'm so sorry for what we've done… We didn't know your squad mates were… good. But to be fair… they didn't know we were good either." The ashamed cat then pulls out the blue reboot cards and holds them. John instinctively swoops the goods away from Bubsy and holds on a neutral expression. RoboBlart, now paused, slowly claps.

"Congratulations," RoboBlart praised, "you finally did it! You finally weaponized your big yappin' mouth."

Then, The Dingster sheds a tear, and whispers, "man, I'm getting caught up in the moment." After tucking his hat towards Bubsy, she smiles and exclaims, "congratulations" and starts clapping. All the while, Sol Crima stands there.

The blue alien stares at the blood dog and screams, "what the hell is going on?"

Suddenly, the metallic door at the end of the lonesome crowded hallway swung open, and a wave of smoke creeped towards the mass of murderers. Recognizing the dank smell, Sol Crima calms. Anticipating a menace, the Dingster pulls out a bullwhip and tosses the end of it towards the shadowed source. He quickly recalls his strike upon gripping something. Upon retrieval, a backwood loosens itself from the whip's grasp and drops onto the Dingster's hand. He screams, "looks like we found ourselves a whole host of grass, and we ain't talking no buckets of God's green canvas!"

Quickly, John Wick tosses the two reboot cards to Dwayne and grunts, "protect yourself. I'm going in." The Rock nods out of respect, then he pulls out his golden SCAR and tosses it to John.

John nods and says, "thanks."

RoboBlart is bored of circling around Sol Crima and is now circling around Skull Trooper's corpse. Intensely calm due to the AI-exaggerated effects of marijuana, Blart finds it needless to warn everyone of the incoming man. In a quick second, however, Bubsy's brain starts to kick back in, and he punches John Wick square in the nose before the assassin had time to finish loading up the precious golden SCAR. The weapon drops to the floor, and just before John could utter a breath, Bubsy slurs, "stop it! You don't need to-"

"SLAP!" John's fist screeched to Bubsy's face. The Bobcat spits out some blood on the floor, arousing Sol Crima ever so slightly. Then, the bobcat screams, "it's just…"

"Ay G, no need to cause a stir, it's just me, Snoop D-O-double-G," the man encompassed in smoke declared. The Rock lets out a small chuckle, while Yondu, still threatened, pulls the pin off a grenade he looted and chucks it towards the end of the hall. Instinctively, Bubsy jumps onto John, slightly penetrating the surface of the human's skin with feral claws, and he leaps off the man. He jumps from John, to Yondu, then he slides through the smoke. Unable to find the grenade, he scurries around.

On the floor, Bubsy screams, "Hide!"

"Fo'shizzle," Snoop says as he grinds an orange-veined nugget into a pipe, "you got me in the first half of that alone." He then takes a lighter and smokes that real shit and blows aggressively in all directions. A true three-dimensional ring of translucent red-tinged gas forms around him and emanates everywhere.

"We don't have the time to get stoned, Snoop!" Hide!"

Yondu, unaware of Snoop Dogg, screams, "everyone run! The red stuff may be toxic."

"Dangerous! Pfft. It's harmless, man," Snoop replies, "just as harmless as me." The red smoke mostly fades, but some of it clings onto the surface area of the hidden grenade, revealing itself to him. Quickly, Snoop grabs the grenade and chucks it behind him, back into the spiked death chamber. Bubsy, despite being close to the god of dank, didn't register much. After all, the smoke emanating from the chamber is now dense enough to hotbox the hall.

Everyone hears an explosion, but nobody- sans Snoop Dogg- can see it, for the resulting explosion forces all the smoke out of the sadistic trap room and into the hall, further polluting the visual realm. The Rock coughs- after all, his body is not used to this much marijuana in his lungs, and he starts fainting. Bubsy begins panicking- the effects of the hotboxed room are slowly warping his sense of reality. RoboBlart has come to a complete stop. Sol's panting, once infrequent, now intensify. Yondu remains silent, trying to find a way to breath without consuming much of the substance. John is still, focusing on minute breaths. It feels as if any one decision can result in everyone's sudden death, or if not, then a high so intense it can cripple anyone's judgment to the extent that it can influence an inevitable death before the sun sets. But Bubsy breathes, and he screams, "I can't see shit!"

"Hot damn, lemme fix dat for ya." Snoop replies. With a calm posture, Snoop's palms press against each other. From the pinky to the middle finger, the digits fold into each other's hand, leaving both pointers touching the sky and both thumbs resting criss-cross against them. Then, he swaps the positions of both thumbs before unlocking his hands and folding them into a V-shape, with his palms still touching. He then announces, "Doggy Style: Reverse Sizzle Jizzle!" Then, all the smoke in the room quickly recedes into Snoop's skin, finally ending a reign of terror on the rivaling squads. With everything cleared up, Snoop Dogg announces, "look guys, I didn't mean no wrong. I just overhead my good brother Bubsy have a breakthrough, and I just wanted to say… oh shit, just a sec…" Snoop then steps a few paces forward to Bubsy and pats his back, then with a slightly restrained smile, he compliments, "yeah, congrats to you for using your mouth for good, as the robot over there put it."

"Well color me blue," The Dingster states whilst playfully punching Yondu in the shoulder, "looks like we may have misjudged you all. Congratulations!"

"I'd like to stay, but I gotta go back and um… yeah, you dig?" Snoop mumbles before turning back towards the Death Chamber. With the area clear, Snoop struts back and slams the metallic door in front of him. Text appears, stating "DO NOT ENTER: DEATH AWAITS." Bubsy looks at the door and facepalms.

Dwayne finally inhales an intense breath into his nose. With some sense of sanity intact, he cracks a smile and states, "well, John, we got what we need."

Ignoring a little bit of blood oozing out of a scratch left atop his right eye, John looks at the Rock, then at Bubsy, then at the whole gang. He inquires, "so, if you guys aren't here to kill us, then what are you here for?"

Bubsy smiles and answers with true confidence, "well, me, the robot, and the monster were gonna go up to the MoneyCoin servers and destroy them, then we were gonna head off to… ummm… wait, why are you laughing?"

"Fucking hell… We already did that. Just like five minutes ago. I guess we're always doomed to be the different kind of same. Well, tell me, what's next, huh?"

"Well, I don't know how to say this, but… Thanos isn't bad. In fact, he wants Steven dead. RoboBlart's gonna take us to their location… once he, umm, reboots."

John laughs intentionally hard just to annoy Bubsy. He then looks at Dwayne and asks, "are these idiots serious?"

"Wait, Thanos is dead? I thought the Avengers killed him!" The Dingster screams.

John elaborates, "you're right. This Thanos, on the other hand, may be from another-"

"another universe. That's what Sonic told me all those years ago," Bubsy interrupts.

John barks, "I swear everything you say just opens up another can of bullshit for me to sink through. I saw Thanos kill those orphans just to get to us. You can't just do that and say, 'hey, I'm good!'"

"What do you mean, John? Don't you think out of all the beings in the room, you'd be the one to forgive Thanos first? Are we acting like we're all NOT murderers? You know, when we were walking atop the flooded Station Square, you told me that the green-jacket kid, like all of us, were murders in the name of order. Now that Steven's proven himself to be a threat to order, and Thanos wants order to be secured, don't you think you'd be on his side? Don't you want the diamonds dead?"

John's frozen. In that very second, he saw horrible images flash through his head. He remembered jumping out of the airplane with Perry and watching all of those poor innocent kids stand toe to toe with fate. He remembered seeing one kid, scared senseless, intentionally leaping out of a window and dropping to his presumed death. And just for a second, both Wick and this kid stared face-to-face during the drop. Despite understanding their conflicting fates as but coins in a cruel toss of Gods, with an assassin representing life on one surface and an innocent child dressed in death's gray linen, the two had remarkably similar expressions suggesting confidence in their decision making. And as soon as the child's face dissipated it took with it a key, locking Wick inside with his own thoughts. He looked at the platypus, then back at himself. The man couldn't move his face anymore- the normal force pummeled against his muscles. Therefore, he remained still and allowed the elements to pull him down to Earth. Now, here, in an underground strip littered with heroes and villans alike, he feels liquid creeping down the shaft of his nose. And he doesn't feel the emotional ramifications of what the Bobcat just reflected onto him. What does it matter, John thinks to himself. After all, he's lived a life of death and murder, all of which were justified only after resuming a calm status quo. It was a reward for carnage. Order for order. It makes sense. But it doesn't. Sense for cents; he thinks to himself, sense for cents. Dissociating from the commotion of the present, Wick pulls out a golden coin out of his pocket. He could hear the "funny" bobcat spewing something along the lines of, 'Good god I need a smoke.' Crusty blood covered the otherwise luxurious sheen indicative of proper gold material, so John started scratching it off with a long fingernail, and he started chucking under his own breath. The babble didn't matter to him. 'Please respond,' he heard. He didn't care. For some reason, all that mattered to him now was that this coin. Finally, after a long silence, he held up his freshly-clean coin and declares, "life is like a coin, Bubsy. You think the chances of surviving are even, and you can rely on that to keep you going. I know I did. The cruel ones responsible for life tell us order is preserved in the treasury, for every coin is a transaction that deals with the neutral. But the tricky truth they don't tell you is that the graphics on each side of that coin are beveled unevenly, and thus, each side has a different weight. And what I learned when I saw those orphans die is that no matter how much you fight for survival, you'll more likely than not land on the heavier side of the coin- death."

The assassin wipes the sweat off his brow and looks behind him, where he finally feels The Rock's tight hand on his shoulder. With chalant, he shrugs, rejecting the living protein shake's embrace, and looks towards the elevator. He screams, "HOW THE HELL DO WE GET OUT OF HERE" when suddenly, a small rope descends to the ground. Immediately, John sheds a tear.

"Heh, talk about a deus ex-scape rop-ina!" Bubsy quips.

Yondu proceeds slaps the bitch out out of the bobcat and menacingly states, "be weary, fellows, it could be a trap."

"I… I don't care about death anymore," John mutters. "I just want to escape." John shakes his hands then struts towards the rope, only for the Rock to grab him by the scruff of his neck.

Screaming at the top of his lungs, the Rock barks, "DON'T YOU DARE GO UP THERE WITHOUT KNOWING WHAT'S UP AHEAD."

At this point, RoboBlart awakens from his marijuana-induced blue screen and stares beyond the mortal realm and into the cyber realm. He sheds a tear and declares, "guys, death is most certainly ahead. I didn't travel to and from this century to deal with this shit. I'm calling Paradox and seeing what he has to say…"

[One missed phone call later]

"We're fucked. I say we climb the ladder and immediately escape. If this beast grows, we can get enough space for… most of us to escape what lies ahead."

"What lies ahead," Yondu yelps.

"Your doom…"

John sheds a tear and sets sights on the monster.

"Wait… let's think this through, you may be useful later, John."

"As long as you keep my reboot card, we'll be good."

Bubsy screams, "we have a rope right there!"

"We can climb it, Bubsy," Blart explains , "but awaiting at the top is The Rumble, and a platypus held at gunpoint."

John sighs, "Perry… I forgot about you… Glad you're still alive."

Yondu and the Dingster whisper to each other before giving Sol Crima a determined look. Causally, the two walk up to the monster, and Yondu, with a cackling smile, announces, "Come on, Sol, consume us for the greater good."

John screams, "No!" but the Rock continues to restrain him. Bawling, John squeals, "so much needless death, I've had it! All the killing and resurrecting, there's no damned sacredness to life anymore! Take me, you bloodhound!" It's too late, however, for Sol already has started chomping on Yondu and the Dingster. Slowly, its torso expands as its liquid muscles tighten around the fluid lifeform. Soon, its legs begin bulging together, and its throbbing skull begins oozing some sort of pink plasma. Thanks to the squadmates' sacrifice, the monster is now the size of a small dragon, with a body reaching eleven feet in length and seven feet wide. As the iterative monster's form slowly settles in on that of a translucent crimson dragon, its body rests momentarily.

RoboBlart stares at the monster's might, then looks back at the elevator shaft. There's no way that thing will fit through there. So, in a quick second, Blart pulls out a Pokeball embroidered with girly stickers and captures it. He quips, "boy I wonder what this Pokedex entry would look like." Two reboot cards drop the floor where Sol once stood. RoboBlart collects them and then scoots on forward to the rogues gallery, setting sights towards the black-suit hitman. After running over a little bit of flesh and rubble, Blart gleefully hands John the blue cards and smiles. In a soft manner, Blart calmly addresses, "we may have sparks of humanity, John, but all of us here have greater purpose… Mortality, order, good, evil… Those can't apply to us. I see your eyes, John. I know you're thinking, that's not right, I'm human, and you're not… But if you're really human, then explain to me the humanity behind your actions."

Bubsy looks at RoboBlart with a confused demeanor. He didn't know what words to say, after all, this situation has gotten wildly out of hand. After a second of deep thought, the bobcat uttered one single word: "love." John wept a tear, knowing that Bubsy just stole the word out of his mouth. RoboBlart, on the other hand, just simply frowned. In response to Blart's visible disgust, Bubsy refutes, "love is what brought us here. That's why you chose me to come back to life, right Blart? So I can attune with Sonic and prove to you that love does indeed exist?"

"I brought you back to prove the opposite, Bubsy. I wanted to see you live past Sonic…"

"and that's why we're climbing up that rope and flying to him, right? So we can save the world together? I'll tell you something about love, Blart. Something you don't know. Love seldom works out, but if our actions aren't 'humane' as you put it, then maybe, just maybe, I can find it in my bastard of a boyfriend. And if not, then what, we still save the motherfucking world," Bubsy monologues before putting on a very sick pair of retro shades he ordered off Etsy. "So, Robo-Bitch,"

"...don't call me Robo-Bitch. You don't know what I'm capable of-"

"Good. Sounds like you can take on whatever threat's upstairs. Let's go."

[...]

On ground level, a bag of popcorn is being caressed by none other than Darius Emmanuel Grouch III, also known as The Rumble. He laughs maniacally while posing a golden pistol at a rope-tied Perry. The Rumble grumbles, "this is what those twats on the surface web nonchalantly refer to as 'hella cringe''. Have you ever felt love before?"

Perry cackles, causing Darius to laugh yet again and scream, "of course you haven't! You're a fucking platypus. Here, I'll show you some love." Then, he lets out a mean fart and confesses, "I ripped that one for you, cause I love you so much. When will those bastards get up here and face the true might of Darius Emmanual Grouch III, The Rumble. Speaking of bastards…" Darius jolts his hand up and smashes his index rapidly, then lets his pinky loose. But nothing happens. He tries this summoning gesture multiple times, and all of them fail. "Motherfucker. I knew I should have never let him possess me."

Suddenly, John Wick does an insane backflip off the rope and lands right on the floor, facing The Rumble and his gun. He instantly does a sick roundhouse kick, flinging his golden pistol in the air. In a split second, John swoops the gun and shoots The Rumble square in the head. Then, the Rock, followed by RoboBlart, and finally Bubsy, jump onto the ground-level platform. Bubsy immediately spots Perry, all locked-up in his cage. With his sharp claws, Bubsy immediately finagles around Perry's chains and snaps them with relative ease. He screams, "John! I found your pet!"

Suddenly, Darius' corpse heals again, and as he rises, John rapidly shoots him. Meanwhile, The Rock stalks behind the corporate scumbag and ferociously slams his fists into Darius' shoulders, dislodging his arms. He lets out a scream as Robo-Blart screams, "everyone, get out of the way! I need a clear shot."

Everyone does an aileron roll, clearing out the view. However, Darius just laughs. He monologues, "you fuckers kill me, I dare you. You don't know me, you just know my name. I'm not just The Rumble. I go by hundreds of names. Bubonic. Yellow Fever. Shur Grammeroff. Slin. That's just the tip of the iceberg."

"The fuck is this guy on about?" Bubsy yells.

"I don't know," The Rock replies, sipping on a drink, "but it sounds like he's a wanderer with no purpose, and when it doesn't exist, you have to create it. If that's what he's on about, then I must say, he has the true Zoa Energy."

"Shut up, you Hollywood elitist. I'm on the breaking edge of humanity and the ethereal. A walking portal to Infinity and beyond, a safe haven for unknown incarnate. I have hundreds of names and thousands upon thousands of years of memories. You can kill me, motherfuckers. Many have. And yet I still live."

"Well, not for long!" RoboBlart screams as he fires a glob of glue foam at the Rumble, trapping him in place. With his disjointed arms dangling down, The Rock menacingly grabs them and tears them apart, letting out an intense masculine scream that would make a bald eagle cry. John, not satisfied with The Rock's fatality, whips out all his pistols and karate-chops them to every member in the room, including Perry.

Bubsy, brandishing one of John's pistols, utters, "thanks for the weapon, John." Then he pouts his chest and exclaims, "in the name of love!"

John similarly rhetorts, "let's get this dub, bitches," much to Robo-Blart's predictable apathy. With a rare smile, Wick looks at Blart and laughingly elaborates, "what? Bubsy's right. I love victory royales." Everyone opens fire at Grouch, shooting his body up full of holes. Thanks in part to the hardened yellow-brown glue foam burdening the man's eldritch body, The Rumble, now resembling a rejected slice of swiss cheese, falls to the ground and shatters into dust.

"We… we did it…" Robo-Blart announces, "he's surely dead. There's no way someone could resurrect his body into a robot, or anything. What's left of him now floats in the wind, like a fart. Good job, soldiers. But we still haven't eliminated Steven." The robot then unleashes Sol Crima from its Pokeball and walks cautiously outside. While Bubsy and Blart divert their attention to the newly reformed Sol rocking some hardened dragon spikes on it's head, John focuses on Perry. He runs up to the platypus, gives him a hard hug, and proceeds to ugly-cry. "Oh, get a room together, why don'tcha!" Blart yelps out with a half-passionate grin.

Perry cackles.

John looks at Blart and says, "he's right, Blart. We got our own manners to attend to. You want us to go to outer space, right? Well, that's not really on our plates. We're good at taking humans down. That's pretty much it." John then sighs and continues, "Bubsy…"

"Yes, John?" Bubsy asks.

"You're not bad. Just highly misunderstood. Same goes for you, Blart. Now, me and my squad have a squad to reboot, and a pair of brothers to get back to. Isn't that right, Perry?" John then scruffs the platypus' forehead, and everyone walks outside, atop blood-stained and ash-laden glass panes. Bubsy and Robo-Blart stare underneath and view at the scorched remains of a library.

"Looks like… there's thirteen corpses…" Bubsy counts aloud. "You know how unlucky of a number thirteen is, right, John?"

John laughs, "well that's funny, considering I had seven lucky kills on my hands. You could thank this secret agent for the remainder."

RoboBlart scoffs, "all of this carnage, and you're still swayed by love…"

In response, John lets out one word: "yes." The assassin, still holding Perry therapeutically in his arms, looks over his shoulder, where The Rock is on the phone with a top secret operator. While this happens, Robo-Blart looks at the skies above, where he sees Steven's ship floating over the sun. He lets out a solitary tear and points at it.

Robo-Blart triumphantly exclaims, "you see that, Bubsy? That's where we're going. Now let's just hope that this beast is fast."

While putting on a second pair of bitchin' shades, Bubsy affirms, "oh he's fast alright. Let's go save the world."