"brak Time, stopids," the Head of Brantley sputters out, eyes rolling back into his head.
"lik smash glass--"
An empty nest, a darkening forest. Why do the cycles continue, whirring from abandoned labs, empty landing grounds? There is no more game in it.
"nu rulz... ask Luh-en-i-Scry-er yrslf..." the Head spits, drowning, then goes dead.