[General Woundwort]

Woundwort walks back behind the counter and hangs his fedora on the wall. However, several Furio clones remain close at hand. Obviously, something is in the works.

As he settles back behind the bar and taps the ashes of his cigar into a convenient ashtray, he notices the Angel of Death sitting with Agent Zero.

"Hoo boy. That's a bad sign."

Woundwort summons his robot flunkey Sancho to the bar.

"Make sure that AZ's table gets good service today."

"Yessir. How did the... visit... go?"

"We'll find out. That reminds me - tell the combat droids to stand by. Hopefully we won't need them, but... you never know..."