Future Rigby: Commander Rigs to home ship. Initiating final Timenado approach. Future Benson: (Via radio) Right behind you, Commander Rigs. Future Benson: Skips, Muscle Man. Port and starboard war guns. Future Skips and Muscle Man: Yes, sir. Future Benson: Pops! You're on top. Future Pops: Okay. Future Rigby: Follow my lead! Future Rigby: It's the temporal crystal. Now we destroy it! Skips! Future Skips: Hm. Future Muscle Man: Uh yeah. Good job rangers. Mission Adjective almost accomplished. Not let our guard down for just one second. (He gets shot and killed.) Future Gang: MUSCLE MAN!!! Skips: Hmm. ----