Carlos: Woo! Looks like we’re down to 4 captives left. An eighth one has been rescued.

McCartney: Cool beans! We oughta be done with this mission by the time 2025 hits.

Unnamed Otteel: *rushes into the headquarters passing through Carlos and McCartney* OUTTA THE WAY! MOVE IT! A FLOOD IS COMING!

McCartney: What’s that all about?

Carlos: I dunno. Who was that just now?

Poopenfarten: *approaches the headquarters alongside Trouser Trumpet* Howdy.

McCartney: PF! Trouser Trumpet! Good to see ya.

Trouser Trumpet: Poopenfarten and I went and rescued another captive. Um…I’m pretty sure you two have met the person.

McCartney: Wait, the one that just passed us…that was one of the captives?

Unnamed Otteel: *comes out of the bathroom* Whew. Man…that’s what I get for drinking 12 cans of pink lemonade.

Carlos: *gives the Unnamed Otteel the sussy look* Did you flush…?

Unnamed Otteel: Hey, if it’s yellow, let it mellow.

Poopenfarten: And if it’s brown, flush it down.

Unnamed Otteel: *points at Poopenfarten in approval* This guy gets it.

Carlos: Okay. No offense, but…you two are disgusting.

McCartney: Well, to be fair, too much flushing IS considered wasting a lot of water.

Trouser Trumpet: In order to save water, only flush the toilet after defecation, NOT after urination.

Carlos: I dunno which is more disturbing, the water bill or people who don’t wanna flush…

Unnamed Otteel: *to Carlos* Could be worse. Hell, I’m just glad I didn’t go inside one of those capsules.

McCartney: How’d cha end up captured, tho?

Unnamed Otteel: Long story short, I have to take a piss…and that porta potty they set up turned out to be a trap!

Poopenfarten: If I put this in context: you were chillin’ and minding your own business when all of a sudden F.E.N.R.I. came and started terrorizing your homeland. Somewhere along the line, you suddenly have to see a man about a horse, and THAT’S where you fell right into their trap. Thus, you’ve been captured and put in one of the capsules.

Trouser Trumpet: And that’s where WE came in.

Unnamed Otteel: Yep. And here we are now. *to Poopenfarten and Trouser Trumpet* Thanks for getting me out of this mess before I even made one on myself. *to Carlos and McCartney* And thank YOU for letting me use your bathroom. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I've got some unfinished business to take care of.

McCartney: Whoa, wait a sec! You’re not really gonna go alone, are you?

Poopenfarten: Yeah. Let us help you.

Trouser Trumpet: You’re one of us, after all.

Unnamed Otteel: Wait, really? I’m part of this…fat fur club you guys are in?

Carlos: I wouldn’t call it a club. More like the resistance.

Scramble Thunder: Resistance, huh? Heh. Sounds good to me! Might as well introduce myself. I’m the “Electrical Menace of the Roaring Waves.” Just call me…Scramble Thunder!