User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2017/@comment-5837525-20171005025649

Orbit: I-I... W-We could...

(Orbit had no logical answer. Based on how many dungeon cells there were, the Anne Marey was nowhere near big enough to hold them all.)

Orbit: ...You weren't down there, Spearmint. You didn't see for yourself how pitiful those prisoners were. One of them gave me this look... like the kind a beaten-down dog gives its master.

Spidey: {Uh-oh...!}

(Momentarily turning off his night-vision goggles, Spider-Mane presses himself flat against the sewer ceiling to prevent his own detection, using the Specters' and Ponybot's glowing eyes as his only indicator of their proximity.)