Zaofan's knees go weak with the news. No Lady Evangeline. No Kai. They were good people, time and again. And without the Dragon Balls, no hope.
He had seen many things in his travels, but nothing so bleak. "This... Future... I refuse to accept that this is how things end up! It can't...!" Futile words more for defiant coping than for tangible action.
He begins to wonder about l those not in the room. "We could really use the others. Chuan, Chou, Koorimaru, Totoma, Karine... Maybe even Sasheem. Have you heard from them, Mr. Pantaloon?"
Seeing the elder Jack in person and Shiro on screen threw Zaofan for a spin. "Jack --! Well, of course you'd make it, you wiley cat!"
Futire Meagan's marriage to Mr. Pantaloon, and indeed her death, likewise confuddled him.
"Mr. Pantaloon, what of our other older selves? I can't imagine much cooking getting done in a post-apocalyptic future."