Destiny r us. Assimilated will be you. Danger, Will Robinson, danger!

Destiny has attacked Dotland! The Dots are all running as fast as they can and Destiny is still gaining on them. Meanwhile, the Lime Green Project Manager is obsessing about book covers. "Things are collapsing around us and he's worried about cover pictures?!" shrieked Silver. Turquiose is having therapy sessions and massages. Sage is increasing her intake of organic phytonutrients and channeling legendary catalogers of the past, like St. Minutia. The Black Queen is, of course, her useful helpful, charming self. Hearing of a library disaster at Blenman Village, she immediately dispatched help. Since Michael Brown's FEMA is no longer available, she called Dotland and demanded an immediate crew of packers or unpackers or something. The Dots attempted to contact the village for details and got no answer! Fearing the worst, Turquoise made a scouting trip and discovered Blenman surrounded by a sea of mud and construction workers. The construction crew was adamant about not wanting aid from FEMA or Dotland. Silver thought that the Queen COULD have checked the construction schedule before demanding a crew. In this highly stressful atmosphere, the following conversation was overheard in the SNEAC building.
[ring]
Hello, may I help you?
Is this Bombs and Engineering?
Yes, this is Bonds and Engineering.
Whatever. I understand that you have a new cannon.
Yes, we have a Canon printer.
Whatever. Can we borrow your cannon?
What did you have in mind?
Well, there's a parking lot on the north side of 10th street, near 1010 E. 10th. We'd like it delivered to that parking lot, pointing south toward the big glass doors. About 10:30 am. They should all be at work then.
Who would be at work? What is this? Who are you?
Never mind who I am. Just deliver the cannon and we'll take care of the rest.