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[[Nick, Pi, Planck, Fred, Persephone, and Socrates all beam over to the Grand Protuberance's flagship. They materialize in the ship's teleporter room, surrounded by identical Grey drones.]]

[[One drone steps forward to greet them.]]
Drone: I am Hospitality Drone Omicron #12020569. I will accompany you while aboard this ship. The Physaric delegation will arrive shortly.

[[The hospitality drone leads them through a sea of other drones, all staring blankly at the newcomers.]]
Planck: [To Pi] I don't like how everyone is staring at us...
Pi: I'm pretty sure our "renegade" status is already well known. They might be worried our independence is "contagious".

Nick: [Eyeing the Molds] Maybe it's because you let "enemy agents" ride on your shoulders, close to your necks.
Fred: Or, you know, it could be those ridiculous hats you're wearing.