Description
After shrugging, the rest of the residents flew away:
(residents fly away)
Back in the multifunctional accommodation:
Marcello: Oh more magic pencilse! Youre powerse are too greate fore use. So it'se time we sente you back to youre placese of origine.
Luciano: Prepare, my supreme king?
Martin, as the Royal Robot, blasted a cannon out of his head by inserting the repaired pin. After he snapped his fingers, the cannon ignited, shooting the pencil towards fuckfrog's lab:
Professor Fickfrosch: Huh. What is that?
Professor Fickfrosch (happily): MY PENCIL!
(pen breaks off)
Professor Fickfrosch: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!