Meanwhile upstairs Robofren revs up his Gatling gun. A few cultists manage to squeeze off some shots, but the bullets bounce harmlessly off his armor. In moments, he mows down every cultist in the room. With calculated calm, he states, “Nonfrens neutralized.” The frens waste no time—they exit the throne room and resume their retreat.

On their way back, they pass through the feast hall, where a large group of cultists lies motionless on the floor. It looks like many couldn’t resist the tendies. Fortunately, the frens had poisoned the feast earlier—saving themselves from another confrontation.

At last, the frens reach the elevator. They’re still unsure how to find Pepe from here—but maybe one of the unexplored floors holds a clue, a path that could lead them back to him. Then again, they could just return to the main floor and wait for him outside.