Rex:
I have a plan. Lead them back.

Circe (concerned):
Rex?

Rex:
When I say "roll," roll.

Circe:
What?

Rex:
Roll!! Circe, sing.

(Circe uses her ultrasonic blasts on the E.V.Os and beams at Rex).

Rex:
We always made a good team.

Circe:
It won't hold them for long.