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[[A hand punches upward from inside a ventilation duct on a roof with an urban wasteland behind]]

[[Nega-Dexter climbs out of the air vent to the roof]]
Nega-Dexter: At last! Freedom! To breathe fresh air once more! Huzzah!

Nega-Dexter: cough... Actually, it's pretty noxious. That will be the first act of my new regime. I'll clean up the environment, make the sheep love me. THEN crush their spirits! Now I'll--

[[a shadow falls across Nega-Dexter from above. He looks up]]
Nega-Dexter: Ah, crap.