(We see Kronos, standing tall over all the bodies)

Kronos: I win.

(As though listening to someone)

Kronos: I Win.

(Again)

K: I won, damn you!

(Again)

K: NOOOOOO!!!! I WOOOOONNNNNN!!!!!!

(Three weeks later, at MacLeod's Loft)

Rich: Mac, you and I have a score to sett....?

(We see a casually dressed Kronos, cooking up a quick omelet; When he speaks, his Continental accent is replaced by a more Celtic one)

Kronos?: Rich, sit down. There's a lot to explain.