Alastor walks into his now destroyed radio tower, with his broken microphone in hand. He could barley keep his smile and was pulling on his hair. He was struggling to get to his desk, due to his current wound which made him hunch over while walking.

"And I barely escaped being killed by a hair. Great Alastor - Altruist died for his friends! Sorry to disappoint but that's not where this ends!" He spoke in a manic voice.