Toxic was bored. The taverners had lost interest in the construction work outside. He drummed his fingers on the table. This only resulted in him being supplied with strawberry-flavoured carrot juice, not that he minded. He took a sip. Now he minded.

Well, if nobody else was going to find out what was going on out there, he was. He picked up his video camera. Looking into the viewfinder, he noticed that the picture was distorted. Almost as if there was some sort of magnetic interference coming from the cellar. He found the door leading to the stairs, and slowly made his way down. Before he realised he was actually going up. Hiccuping, he headed downwards, and eventually found himself in the cellar.
There sat Spaztic and Foo. Spaztic's expression indicated that he was concentrating. Foo's expression suggested that he was unaware that his foot was in a bucket of grease.
"What are you two doing?" asked Toxic. Fully submerged in the virtual word, they couldn't hear him.

Half an hour later, Ducky descended to the cellar to find Toxic staring through the viewfinder of his camera. It was hooked up to the pod. He looked up.
"Hey, come and look at this," said Toxic.