[He's hiding under Vulch's covers with a teddy bear he borrowed from one of the kids... he thinks it might have belonged to Noa at some point]

Why does this place have to have so many Greeds? [whimpers to the stuffed toy]

The last time I was in Central, I don't remember it being quite this boring. Where's the class? The style? The red light district?

...knowing the idiot in charge, he probably did away with that as soon as he took office. Less distraction from himself.

So where's the entertaining part of Central that I know and love so much?

...I know this sounds like a stupid question...

But it's probably not a good sign when a homunculus starts having chronic pain. Right?

 Hello Curtis Meat, how can I help you? .... Meat. No, we don't sell mead. Gah! [hangs up the phone and turns around only to find himself outside, in the middle of what appears to be Central, right in front of a very obvious sign]

Welcome to Fake Central...? What?!

[his arrival to fake central is not a graceful one. He's fallen flat on his tail and is looking about with an adorably confused look on his face]
I- What?... I'm not dead?

I'm not dead!