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?
Dad: That guy should eat more fiber if he’s worried about brown dwarves.
Mom: He smokes all his fiber.