NARRATOR: Later, just behind Botequimed...
TINO: Sam's contract was with Sergey. The blob ate Sergey. Presto, no contract.
RAFE: But it's not fair. I needed the money.
RAFE: And now I need even more money for a bottle of Professor Pau's Injury Formula Five.
TINO: That's just your concussion talking.
RAFE: Yelling right in my ears, more like.