We see Robbie again at his desk. This time eating a chili dog. No rules, just right. His phone starts to ring. He places his dog back on a plate, pulls his phone out of his pocket while making a jostled, 'why am I being disturbed while eating, and for that matter why am I answering' face. He slides his thumb across the phone and answers.

Hello. What? You mean I visited the wrong Dolly Waters? Well, that was your intel I was following. Indonesia? Nah, fuck that. She's safer there than facing me for the Hart Championship.