Scene: CAINE's lair. Monitors flare around the undead lizard, displaying information that would strike terror into the hearts of everyday NCD citizens. His face lit up by some particularly useful information regarding a new Uber to enter the dream, a phone on his desk indicates with mechanical urgency an incoming communication. One eye (socket) still on the monitor he claims the receiver.

CAINE: Hello.
MOBIUS ROOK: Yo. Wassup?
CAINE: Nothing, R. Just watching my screens, plotting some evil. 'Sup wit' you?
MOBIUS: Nothing. Watching my screens, plotting some evil.
CAINE: True, True.

APOSTATE enters the lair.

APOSTATE: Wassaaap?
CAINE: Wassaaap?
MOBIUS: Yo, who's that?
CAINE: Yo! Pick-up the phone.
APOSTATE: Hello?
MOBIUS: WASSAAAP?
APOSTATE: WASSAAAAP?
CAINE: AAAaap.
APOSTATE: Yo, where's CYPHER GENIE?
CAINE: Yo CYPHER GENIE!!!!

CYPHER GENIE's terminal, a web of wires. Her attention is caught by offline activity, she patches into the communication channel.

CYPHER GENIE: Yo.
APOSTATE: WASSSAAAAAAAAAP?
CYPHER GENIE: wassap.
CAINE: -SAAAAAAAAP
MOBIUS: -SAAAAAAAAP
CYPHER GENIE: -saaaap

Nearby APOSTATE, the security measures come online. Someone is outside,
APOSTATE: Hold on, *triggers the intercom* Hello?

MEGAGAL PRIME: WASSSAAAAAAAAAAAAAP?
MOBIUS: -SAAAAAAAAP?
CAINE: -SAAAAAAAAP?
CYPHER GENIE: -SAAAAAAAAP?
APOSTATE: -SAAAAAAAAP?
MOBIUS: -SAAAAAAAAP?
CAINE: -SAAAAAAAAP?

APOSTATE, CYPHER GENIE: *hangup*

CAINE: So, wassup Rook?
MOBIUS: Watching the screens, plotting some evil.
CAINE: True, true.