"We're not talking to you!" one of the lower ranks says.

"Hey, what did I say about that?" the higher rank says back. Then he turns to Enzo and goes, "Anyway, you're definitely tall enough to be a Pigmask. You talk to me when you get enough hours at the factory and we'll see about getting some decent people in our ranks."

The other Pigmask, who got the powder first, scratches what he thinks is an odd, little itch on his neck. If he had any idea...