[bursting into Lupin's room] Hey, Lupin, we've got a problem. [To his dismay, he finds the young man snoring away in bed] Oh, man. Look at him. [He opens the curtains, then shakes Lupin gently on the shoulder] Hey, buddy, get out of bed. It's lunchtime. [Lupin sleeps blissfully on] Wouldn't you know it? Dead to the world. I swear to God, this guy could sleep through World War friggin' Three. Sorry, man, but I'm afraid you leave no alternative. Gotta bring out the heavy artillery. Hey, Fujiko! Put on some clothes!
[Lupin wakes up immediately. He springs out of his bed, inadvertently throwing his duvet over Jigen]
Crap! [He checks his watch] Huh? How the hell did I sleep so late? Damn it. Some kind of a lookout. I must be getting old, or something. [He hears Lupin's laughter behind him] Lupin! Listen, man. I have no idea know how this happened. I mean, one minute, I'm scoping out the plaza down there, and the next thing I know...
I don't dare set foot outside wearing this fleschuganah thing on my pinkie! I mean, what if it's some weird code that says I wanna get spanked by a skinhead or something?