Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[nearby automatic gunfire]

[Squirrel] Soren had her here on the Rubble.

Try not to die so quickly this time.

Give this girl some room!

Princess, you're dying out there.

Oh, shit. Let's go home.

This is the big score we've been looking for, boss.

♪ momentous theme builds

[engines power up]

Sick, delusional, and weak.

[gunfire stops]

And what of you, poor Soren?

and I'm not one for joining lost causes.

You suppose she went looking for them?

You wanted a plan? That's it.

Thou proud aspirer.

Some news from Madrigal City.

[Squirrel] What happened to the girl?

A dungeon, horrible, on all sides,

Trokan, why don't you help the fellas out.

Thank you, General Terne.

I don't believe that.

Nice to meet you.

It belongs to the people of Madrigal.

What do you want?

If we couldn't find them, she won't.

Let us end this contretemps with some degree of dignity.

[dance music throbbing on loudspeakers]

Yet from those flames, no light...

I'm sure you could.