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[[Patty approaches Planck and "Josephson" the Grey. Fred, Persephone, and Socrates are still perched on Planck's shoulders.]]
Patty: [Cocking a curious eyebrow] And just how IS the "Independent Grey Collective" faring?
Planck: [Enthusiastically] We're doing great! Everyone is adjusting wonderfully!
Josephson: [Deadpan] I believe the operable term is "organized chaos".

Planck: With the Skaboola inertia-locked and unable to contact the Hierarchy, we are finally on our own, acting for ourselves!
Josephson: [Crestfallen] Half of us do not know what we are doing.

Planck: Independent thinkers! Liberated minds! No longer slaves to the Hierarchy's machinations!
Josephson: I spent the first 96 hours trying to remember how to open a door.

Planck: We are a new breed of Grey, throwing off the shackles of millennia of oppression!
Josephson: I cannot handle this much freedom. I just want someone to tell me what to do.