We link up with the Illusive Man to give him a piece of our minds for luring us into a trap.

…Well, no we don’t. Mom doesn’t care. We link up with him because that’s the thing that happens next.

Dad: What’s wrong with that guy’s eyes?

Me: He’s got robot-ey—

Mom: He’s stoned. See the joint he’s got?

Dad: He’s smokin’ a doobie.

Mom turns to me.

Mom: Told you.

The Illusive Man explains that EDI has learned how the Collectors use the Omega-4 Relay. They have a special piece of IFF software that, when detected by the relay, activates advanced travel protocols. He tells us about a dead reaper currently orbiting a brown dwarf, from which we should be able to extract the IFF software.

Dad: Brown dwarf? Like a poop?

Mom: Yeah!

Dad: That guy should eat more fiber if he’s worried about brown dwarves.

Mom: He smokes all his fiber.