(Radioing to St. Ulrich while fleeing at speed and under heavy fire) G: "We no longer have to worry about the Neuroi, I expect them to be wiped out by the end of the week."
Reply from whoever is on radio duty at the time, too badly garbled to identify: "So why do you sound like you're fighting all of them at once?"
(Camera pans to the sky in the direction he's making best speed away from, showing a small, flying form in a garish yellow dress, with a bright green face locked in a manic grin, and the glint of rainbow crystals arrayed along thin wings, just before another epic fusillade of energetic death blots out all visibility.)

	-={(Astynax)}=- "Utterly useless as scenes go, but hopefully someone is half as amused as I was by the image of Flandre in the Mask & outfit."