"I mean that I can get you and your children out of this mess..." Wacko begins, "I have the power to displace minds and souls through the power of my glasses. All I'd have to do is take in you and your triplets and find a way out of here... After I'd get out it would be an easy task to transfer your souls into another body..." Wacko finishes explaining, and touches the side of his glasses...<br/>"But, seeing as I'm in here and you're about to become digested preggo soup there's not much I can do... My body will digest, but the glasses will remain. Either way I'm getting out; weather or not you're coming with me is up to you."