Boate Man begins unloading cargo from the Boate, including many boxes of hazardous material as well as Bermuda. Another large component of the cargo consists of non-precious minerals, with no apparent purpose. Boate Man is demonstrating no sense of urgency or hesitation with the unloading process, and is simply working in a near mechanical fashion. The moment all the cargo is unloaded, Boate Man boards the Boate again, and drives off rapidly, stranding Rat Satan and Bermuda on the island.
"Bruh moment, he just dipped." Rat Satan says. Bermuda doesn't seem to be paying attention, instead focusing on snapping some photos of triangular tree leaves. Hearing a rustling sound coming from deeper within the island, Rat Satan goes to investigate the meteor impact site. In the middle of the crater is an odd rock, and strewn about the area are floating grid lines and letters.
"What is this letter rock grid doing here in front of me?" muses Rat Satan. An average-looking man steps out from the crater to answer Rat Satan.
"This is Tunguska." The man says, referring to himself as well as the rock, lines, and letters as a collective entity.
"Did u come from up in space, you fuhuckghing nerd?" Rat Satan teases.
"Yes. I've been having materials delivered from the mainland to repair my ship and take me back to my home in the asteroid belt. Are you materials?"
"No, I'm an instigator."
"Hi an instigator, I'm Dad!"
"Dad might be material."
Tunguska attempts to grab Dad, but Dad vanishes before Tunguska reaches him, leaving Tunguska with two leather straps and a can opener, which do technically qualify as materials.
"How long have u ben stuck here 4? Seems like u should have enough shight to make a spaceship by now." Rat Satan prods the extraterrestrial, finding that he feels like one of those fake plastic rocks, even on the parts of his body that are not rocky in appearance.
"You see, the issue is that the guy who delivers the materials keeps giving me the same ones I already have, and he always drives away too fast for me to explain the situation to him."
Rat Satan ponders the possibility of constructing some kind of device to capture Boate Man before he can drive away, but none of the materials present on the island seem to be usable as a rope or net. Figuring he'll need all the manpower he can get, Rat Satan sounds a party popper to draw Bermuda's attention.
"We have stuff 2 do, get up and help us plz." Rat Satan orders.
"Okay, sure thing, broham." Bermuda and Rat Satan join forces to break down boxes into geometric nets.
"When will the guy be back?" Rat Satan asks Tunguska once he's gotten a sufficient net constructed.
"Any minute now." Tunguska responds. "Time works in strange ways on this island, so the journey for him takes longer than it does for us."
Rat Satan quickly rushes down to the beach, just in time to see Boate Man unloading more stuff onto the island. Rat Satan throws the trap towards Boate Man, successfully capturing him before he can drive away. With Boate Man captured, Rat Satan brings him deeper into the island for questioning.
"We appreciate your work here but this here spaceman says he needs u to get different stuff." Rat Satan explains.
"Yeah, you've been bringing me only the same materials for weeks now." Tunguska elaborates.
"Well, all you gave me was a list that says 'spaceship parts'!" Boate Man whines.
"Well, duh. Use some common sense! When I say 'spaceship parts', I mean parts for an entire spaceship, not just the same ones over and over!"
"I don't know what those parts are! You need to tell me what to get!"
"All you've gotten me is raw materials to build the hull, I need actual mechanisms."
"Can't you just build those with raw materials, too?"
"No! What kind of question is that? You think just because I'm from space, I know how to make a functioning spaceship from raw materials? If I tore up your ship, would you be able to rebuild it from a bunch of wood planks?"
Boate Man seems to accept this explanation, and also seems to automatically know exactly what he needs to get without Tunguska telling him. Rat Satan releases Boate Man.
"Bring me a cream soda when you come back." Rat Satan says as Boate Man walks away, putting his Boate in reverse and speeding off once more. For the next 27 minutes, absolutely nothing gets done while Tunguska, Rat Satan, and Bermuda wait for Boate Man to return. Once Boate Man does return, Rat Satan promptly grabs his drink and slurps it up, while Tunguska starts using the new materials to properly construct his ship. Once the ship is constructed, though, Tunguska realizes he forgot to ask Boate Man to get him any fuel, and now this island is completely removed from Boate Man's route.
"Guys I need to dig underground to find oil or something to fuel the ship." Tunguska tells Rat Satan and Bermuda. With the leftover materials, the trio is able to construct a few shoddy stone shovels, but these shovels are not getting them very far in their attempts to dig underground. They're able to get through the dirt and sand, but once they reach the stone level, their tools simply don't cut it. Just as all hope seems lost, a wormhole opens on the surface of the island, and Old Hala steps out, having returned from his meal break. Bermuda hollers upon seeing Old Hala, as is tradition. Despite being from space, Tunguska is also familiar with this tradition, and despite considering himself above such tomfoolery, Rat Satan also decides to partake in the act of hollering. Old Hala begins breaking through the rock with his bare hands to aid Tunguska & co., creating a passage all the way to a massive cave teeming with coal and oil. With his work here done, Old Hala scrombles away through another wormhole, and Tunguska and Rat Satan get to work on extracting the fuels from the cave. By the time all this hard work is done, Tunguska finally has his ship ready to go, and he thanks Rat Satan for his support. Tunguska then enters a dormant state to get some rest so that he can be ready to embark on the long trip through space to get back home.