The trollfighters lie on a dark floor. John Tyler suddenly wakes up. He stands up, confused, wondering where he is.
Everybody else wakes up. They're all confused as to where they are.
J. KHAN GILMORE: The hell are we?
FIGURE: Our secret base.
The figure steps out of the shadows. The figure turns out to be MATT ATCHITY, the editor-in-chief of Rotten Tomatoes.
MATT: My name is Matt Atchity. I'm Rotten Tomatoes' editor-in-chief.
CHASE: Holy shit.
MATT: I see you all tore trolls' anuses asunder.
SCI-FI MARK: Yeah. Are you, like, pissed or something?
MATT: Not in the slightest. Those trolls on our forums can become too annoying for our comprehensions. Although I would've gone a tad bit less on warfare and mayhem, it's good to see that they're away now. That way, people can go on our forums and actually, you know, talk about movies.
KATE: Why did you never do anything to stop the trolls?
MATT: Because the RT editors aren't fighters, they just have to deal with them every once in a while. It's not easy, but hey, what can you do. I'll send you all back to your homes. And one last thing...congratulations.
MATT: *presses button*
TROLLFIGHTERS: *get sent back to their homes*
Again, I apologize for all the bullshit and fuck-ups.