[Angstrom grunts, clutching what remains of the arm he accidentally cut off with one of his portals] Fix this. I'm getting my Invincibles and we're going back. This isn't over. [The Technicians stare at him, unmoving] "Technicians." An appropriate name for cold, unfeeling monsters. You're gonna let me bleed to death? Fix me now.
No. [The Technicians begin approaching Angstrom. He uses his remaining arm to attempt to open a portal, but is stopped by the implants in his head, causing him to grunt] Promises were made, Angstrom Levy, and we delivered on ours.
But we now see your word is without value.
We had a deal that you failed to honor. You do not get a second chance.
You work for us now. Accept that, and we will tend to your wounds. Refuse, and your remains will gift us endless fascination.



