“…when I woke up, all I was worried about was cataloguing. Now I have to go down as metru-Nui’s most wanted!” Toa Whenua grumbled as he helped Toa Onewa reach the cell door on the ceiling.

“You?! I’m the one suffering here, stuck here with a ‘ko-matoran big brain’ and an ‘onu-matoran stock boy’.” Onewa scoffed as he rattled the bars.

“Woah!” Whenua snapped back defensively.

“We will never escape. our freedom is gone, our future is hopeless.” Toa Nuju sighed sadly as he sat down.