[h1][center]Quarry, Carnate Island[/center][/h1]
[@Conibear]
Long-abandoned mining equipment crumbled and collapsed under Future Trunks' assault, driving the sack-clad monsters deeper into the quarry's interior. For the moment, the quarry was safe. The figure at the top of the quarry shouted incoherently as his targets made their escape. 

At the very edge of the quarry, the figure that had called out for Koizumi waited. A flashlight shined into Koizumi's eyes, revealing the figure in all his glory.

He was a monkey. A real, live, honest-to-grodd [i]purple-skinned monkey[/i]. It wore a comically-unfitting pair of mud-stained overalls and smoked a foul-smelling cigar. A small, filthy name tag sewn on the overalls' left breast pocket said "[b]My Name Is [color=red]ROBERT[/color][/b]" in big, friendly letters.

The day had not been going well for Robert the Set Decorator. He had spent the past five hours setting explosive charges and being attacked by freaky worms made of chains and rags. Just when he'd set the last charge and made it out of the quarry and prepared to blow them all to kingdom come, a bunch of nutbars randomly show up and start thinking they owned the place! The very thought made his blood boil!

[color=cyan]"Now that you [i]rubber-neckers[/i] are done mucking up [i]my set[/i],"[/color] growled Robert, chomping on his cigar, [color=cyan]"Would you mind telling me what it is you think you're doing? We're filming a [i]very important movie[/i], here! Depending on your answer, we might just call security on you!"[/color]

[h2][center]Observer Iffo, [i]DIS Popcorn Machine[/i][/center][/h2]
[@LordInquisitor]

The scientist cleared its glottal stalk nervously, and consulted a lengthy report it had written just for such an occasion. Now slightly less surprised and intimidated, the scientist's tone and pronunciation grew significantly clearer.

[color=gray][b]"Well, uh..."[/b][/color] the scientist began. [color=gray][b]"G-greetings, people of Earth! I am Executive Observer Iffo, member of the Dunk-- oh, I... I'm sorry! This was meant for the- for the natives, you know? I'll just skip ahead a bit."[/b][/color]

The scientist hastily tore out a number of pages. Several of them contained lavishly-decorated pictures of Dunkelzahn Institute personnel looking professional.

[color=gray][b]"Your universe suffers from [i]extremely unusual spectro-corporeal phenomena![/i] In locations where significant human misery has accumulated over the years, [i]dangerous paranormal activity[/i] takes place! On behalf of the Dunkelzahn Institute, I implore you to lay down your arms and [i]pursue world peace[/i]!"[/b][/color]

The scientist, panting and gasping, threw the report to the ground.
[b][color=gray]"So, b-basically... no big explosions next to where a lot of [i]very bad things[/i] happened. F-for some reason, it appears that massive amounts of pain and suffering in an area can create a permanent link to the afterlife, creating... ghosts. Real, thinking and breathing ghosts!"[/color][/b]

[color=gray][b]"Oh, and this most likely won't come up, but ghosts and earthquakes do [i]not[/i] mix! The... the easiest way to describe what happens is [i]portal directly to an unpleasant afterlife of your choosing[/i]. So long as you don't blow up the island, it shouldn't come up."[/b][/color]

[color=gray][b]"That's about as much as I can offer you for now. I won't actually be watching your progress, mind you. I don't-- I've got some more important things to look at. Things that you probably wouldn't want to hear about and I won't need to explain in-depth. I'll keep watch overhead, however! You just focus on getting to the prison and rescuing those foreigners, and try not to get killed."[/b][/color]