As all the fighters are gathered in the food court, a very simplistic, barely functional robot wheels over. It's just a computer screen on wheels with an antenna attached. On the screen is a distorted image of an aging, disheveled, man.
"Hey there dumb--ucks. I've got -- tell you som--h-ng. I nee- you t- -- dow- ---a--! Ca- s-me-ne pl--s- f-- -h-- fuc---- th-n-!"
The screen jitters some more for a few seconds before cutting out completely. It seems to be malfunctioning.
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Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT! I slam the desk some more to emphasize this point.