Boss: "BossBot, I have made you a throne. Some of the sand is a little colder and stickier, and this sand complies to our demands in a much more friendly manner."
BossBot: Smokes fake cigar. Boss: "Yes, we are smug! I am your loyal servant. I will carry you there." Boss kneels down and slides BossBot onto his back, then crawls over to the Throne of Wet Sand.
