mysterious grunts: sir. the obnoxious television has set our pants on fire. requesting backup. leader of mysterious soldiers: apprehend it any way you can while i call some soldiers with backbone. zeno: oh, snap! say, creepy dude. howsa bout' leting me go? mysterious soldier: no. zeno: hmm... okay, i guess you'll never meet the pretty girl that just waved at you. mysterious soldier: really? where?