E: Alright, we'll align forces on two conditions.

C: Name 'em.

E: Region C. We want you out of it. Full sovereignty.

C: Psh, like I care about some shit municipality that doesn't border any nation of threat? You can have it. Name it Freestanisburg, I don't care.

E: Second, we need our leader back.

C: Your who?

E: Q. Tall guy, red hair?

Cut to: C and Q. Q is mounted on the wall. C is twirling knives.

C: Con-STAB-ulations! You have been erected to participate in a fabulous game of skill with a prize so fabulous you'll be begging for it at the end. Please keep your hands and legs inside the target zone until such time as they are removed from your body. Direct all questions and complaints upwards in a timely and audible fashion.

Cut to: C and E.

C: Yeah, he may have been shot trying to escape.