Narrator: Downtown San Asimov, the HTRN building, dusk. . .
Ebbirnoth: It's on. Hop in.
Schlock: You want me to hide in that?
Ebbirnoth: How did you expect me to smuggle a pile of poo into Studio Six?
Schlock: So how big are these 'nanny-cams' we're stealing?
Ebbirnoth: They're so tiny that they're invisible. Now shush.
Schlock: Easy to carry, then, but won't that make 'em hard to find?
Ebbirnoth: They're dispensed from a larger container. A can or something. It'll be labeled. Look around.
Schlock: Boy was I wrong.
Schlock: Easy to find. Probably not so easy to carry.