"So, what are you supposed to be again?" Rotor asked Moltar as he and him were both in the subway stop below the Pizza Hut, making pizzas for the hungry customers, with their newly assigned assistant R.O.B. helping out with the various other snacks.

Moltar turned to Rotor as he was rolling the pizza dough. "I'm a magma man encased in strong, metallic armor. I know it's a bit confusing, but to be frankly fair, my creators didn't really pan things out as they intended."

"And how old are you?" Rotor asked once more as he opened up one of the five ovens, taking out three baked pizzas.

Moltar started placing the cheese and various spices all over the pizza dough. "Well, I can't seem to remember my proper age, but I was created in the 60's. 1966, actually."

Back upstairs, Silver was in the kitchen on the second floor of the Pizza Hut, cleaning the floors when he stepped into Vector's office, to see that Vector had an eye on the progress in the subway stop, looking at live footage of it on a large widescreen television set, hearing Rotor and Moltar's conversation. Silver smiled, happy to see that Rotor and Moltar were getting along so well with each other.