Narada : “Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha Pinter, ora bodho, kowe. Ha, ha, ha, ha Katarima tapamu, panandhangmu bakal sirna. Sranane bayimu dakpundhut sraya nyirnakake mungsuh kang arsa gawe rusaking Kahyanganing para dewa, ngono. Mula lilakna si Tutuka bakal dak gawa menyang Khayangan.”