We find ourselves again in the burning city of Stratholme, and see our ferocious friends picking themselves up after a particularly brutal beat down by another ten man team of do-gooders. Albert: One thousand. I think that's the one thousandth time we've been smacked down by these darn living people. This is killing me. I haven't killed a single guy in days. I feel like they're just coming here to mock us. Tony: Yeah, it is getting kind of old. You guys ever think of trying to like ... talk strategy or something, instead of just go after the one that hits us the most? Alex: I'm afraid I have to refrain from contributing to this conversation. It goes against my pacifistic principles. I'm a lover, not a fighter. Jeff: Yeah, whatever, Alex. They still kill you no matter what. Alex: Event