Spacebear: This is Spacebear, can you read? Coast is clear. I repeat, coast is clear. Move in.
IB: We copy, Spacebear. That’s a go, Dino. Move in.
Dino and IB scale down the cubicle wall of platypi central.
Dino (hushed): I thought Spacebear was flying overhead doing surveillance. Where is he?
IB: Flying overhead, Dino? Ha! Seriously though, what millennia do you think we’re living in? He just did a google-search-satellite-view to check up on the area.
Dino: But how can he see the 2nd floor of an 8-floor building from a satellite image?
IB: You know, Dino, I hadn’t thought about it like that before.
Massive waddling steps are heard below. IB and Dino stare at each other, afraid to look down.