Chibi robo tap-tap-taps his way down the ventilation shaft until he sees a dim light and hears indistinct voices. He props open the vent with his spoon quietly, so quietly, then sits down, dangling his legs over the edge, and watches silently.
Below he sees Reggie Fils-Aimes and Doug Bowser arguing over something. They are shouting and gesturing wildly, but it all sounds like gibberish to Chibi robo. He is interrupted by the sound of whirring nearby. Spinning around, he whips out his Drake Redcrest blaster and points it in the direction of the noise. It is Telly, shaking nervously.
Telly: bl fhbhlah blf ahlhvlh bahl blbhlblah (Chibi, I'm worried about you. What is going on? You can talk to me!)
Chibi robo remains silent, pointing the blaster at the annoying helicopter tv. It is at this point that they both realize that it is suddenly very quiet in the room below. Chibi risks a glance down, but the two executives are nowhere to be seen. He turns back toward Telly, but Telly has disappeared as well. But sitting there in the ventilation shaft where Telly had been… is Chibi robo's arm. It has been polished and the wires and gears prepared for reattachment.
Chibi turns back to the empty room, puts away the blaster, and sits.
And sits.
And sits.