[ Caiman gets up off the floor. It's less so that he is willingly going into there, and more that his body is simply driven to do so -- he's a dead man walking by the looks of it as his arms hang limp and he walks past the audience towards the golf cart.
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As he does so, you all receive! A memory.
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He says nothing, nothing at all as he drives off. Beep beep, bye-bye Caiman! ]