Regulus's ship can sail everywhere she wants.
Except where there is a security fence.
APPLe: Captain, isn't our destination supposed to be the exhibition hall of the Rimet Cup?
Regulus: Of course!
APPLe: I think we just missed the front gate at the junction we passed just now. Where we are now looks like a deserted back door.
APPLe: And there is a "No Entry" sign.
Regulus: Ahem! Ahem!
Regulus: It's not important.
Regulus: It's not good for the fan-favourite disc jockey to appear in the crowded areas. I don't want to make a noise!
APPLe: Oh, I see.
APPLe: I thought it was because Captain didn't have enough budget.
Regulus: Ahem. That's a complete misunderstanding!
Regulus: Our aim is to convince the ragged lad to expose the evil plans of those tin monsters!
Regulus: Of course, we can't just walk in.
She searches her pocket but fails to find any of her ideal, lovely coins.
It's as empty as a desert.
Regulus: Mr. APPLe, do you remember Tommy's offer of a generous reward?
APPLe: He hopes we can divulge a sensational secret.
APPLe: Captain, it seems you really want that bonus.
Regulus: Of course not. The righteous street Pirate has a warm heart.
Regulus: We should do Tommy a favour.
Regulus: And we should accept a friend's quality thanks.
APPLe: I get it, Captain.
Regulus: "The great rock pirate saves the day ... The cocky, ragged lad is no longer astray ..."
Regulus: "The big hero who saves London takes a series of exclusive interviews ..."
Regulus: Endless bonus. Hahaha!
APPLe: Captain.
Captain Regulus seems to have foreseen a bright future. However, it doesn't seem to help her get rid of the barbed wire standing in front of her.
Not even deal with the strange people who suddenly appear.
APPLe: Captain, watch out!
Manus Believer: Arrrrrrgh!
Regulus: Whoa! No violence!
Manus Believer: Arrrrrrgh!
Regulus: Are you guys from the government? I've done nothing bad! At least not yet.
APPLe: The skin hardness, the voice, and the liquid released from the wound have nothing to do with humans. I am afraid they are ...
Regulus: Ah! I get it! They're the security robots in the newspaper!
APPLe: Well, it ... might be.
The black boss is indifferent to Regulus's questions, only swinging the hammer over and over mechanically.
Just like some kind of war machine programmed to work.
Manus Believer: Arrrrrrgh ... Giiiiiive ...
Regulus: Ugh! The slime! The noise! The weird tone! Is that their new way to "keep order in London"?
Regulus: Oh, those fuddy-duddies don't have their beards in their heads, do they?
Regulus avoids the attacks in a rush.
Regulus: We'll have to change the plan.
London must not be taken over by these ugly tin monsters!
Regulus: We need to expose the security robots to the public for what they really are—they are violent, rude, and extremely dangerous!
APPLe: This APPLe will fight by your side till the very end.
Regulus: No. You have a more important mission, Mr. APPLe.
Captain Regulus asks you to take over the nearest radio station!
APPLe: Roger that.
Manus Believer: Urrrrrgh ... Stooooonnne ...
