[ophanimera]

Now they had reached another place,
More massive and grand, for any case.
Lights shone out from high above,
To keep the monsters in their cove.

Red and Blue were quick to hatch a new plan.
Con artists live to make a living, man.
But in their hearts, both of them knew
Charlatans need a forever home too.

"Come one, come all," they say, surrounded.
"Prepare yourselves, you'll be astounded,"
For tonight to you, we shall foretell
Of the monsters coming, found in cells.