[This certainly is unexpected. While the Lombax's roaming dreams had been quiet for quite some time, the scene begins to play out nonetheless, taking place aboard a dark cell, echoing all around its steel walls with the sound of lapping waves.
The ground itself shifts as well, unsteady and inconsistent, and a look at your cell-mate would show the little alien critter in... an unfamiliar attire.
And was that the sound of... pirates, just outside the door? Though they sound more mechanical somehow, chortling and clanging and peering in with glowing golden eyes from time to time to inspect their prisoners with smug faces and loud, roudy laughter. Ratchet himself seems unfazed by this, sitting upon a makeshift bed and eyeing the drunken disruptors with a sly expression.]Just keep your head down and follow my lead.
[Slipping off the bed, he reaches for his wrench.]Everything's going exactly as planned.
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