“Well, son, it looks like we won’t have to worry about those nitwits anymore. As a matter of fact, I’m not sure we ever did. Leave it to Erik Failenheimer to put together an army of simpleminded, easily toppled scaredy-cats.”

“Don’t forget slow-moving.”

“They were merely a distraction anyway. The real prize is waiting for us over in your laboratory, isn’t it, Klosmo? Get moving if you ever want to see young Klevlin again.”

“It’s Kelvin.”

“Whatever.”