The Collector's exhibit hall.
After the blast wave passed.
The Collector sat amid the rubble, covered in dust and grime.
The Labrador in an astronaut suit kept licking his face in front of him.
It licked away all his exquisite makeup, exposing his original skin...
He looked around at the destroyed precious exhibits, including the creatures in glass jars and all manner of rare treasures...
They were all ruined.
His gaze briefly swept over the spot where Carina had exploded.
Only a wisp of drifting smoke and scorch marks remained there.
There was no grief, anger, or concern on his face, only shock and astonishment.
"Oh, no..."
He sighed in heartache.
Slowly, he raised the wineglass he had been holding all along.
It was an exquisite green transparent goblet, though most of the wine inside had already spilled.
He calmly took a sip.
No one knew what he was thinking.
"Why are you letting that thing lick you like that?"
At that moment, a duck in a suit sat atop a display case whose glass had shattered completely, holding an identical wineglass.
He asked curiously.
He was one of Tivan's many living exhibits—Donald Duck.
Tivan had purchased him at a high price years ago from someone named Disney.
He was extremely fond of the talking duck and had fed and housed him well for many years.
That had successfully given the once somewhat hot-tempered duck the same gentlemanly bearing as himself.
Elegant and arrogant.
"Disgusting!"
Seeing that Tivan did not respond, Donald Duck tossed out that assessment and happily took a sip of wine.
Both his large webbed feet were propped up.
"This wine really packs a punch..."
Suddenly, the communicator rang.
Seeing the caller ID, Tivan knew the call came from the guards at Biofluid Lake.
He answered curiously