EXTERIOR. INSIDE THE WALLED CITY. DAY.

Champiñongo stands in the middle of a dirt road. The vapor-spewing tower stands tall nearby; metallic pipes protrude from it and dig into the ground. There are patches of grass littered by rocks. The gatekeeper extends his neck to the max; he also extends a hand to grab the cookie jar.

GATEKEEPER (says): A WORD OF WARNING, OUTSIDER. BE WARY OF P’TONATLS… THEY’RE ROWDY.

CHAMPIÑONGO (says): REALLY? LAST TIME I CAME THEY WERE MOSTLY HARMLESS.

GATEKEEPER (says): THEY BEGAN A CRUSADE… CLEAN BODY, THEY PREACH. THAT’S WHY I HAD TO ASK ABOUT ROBOTS.

CHAMPIÑONGO (says): AND HOW DOES THIS AFFECT YOU?

GATEKEEPER (says): LET’S JUST SAY I AM CONSIDERING MY OPTIONS.

When their conversation is finished, the cylinder charge indicator BEEPS three times and one line of charge is consumed.