Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't... This is my room.
I'm so sorry. Your Scales never balanced.
Right here, right now. I'll tell you...
No, no, no! You can't! I won't do it!
-Um, fellas? -(MACHINERY RUSTLING)
Oh, God. Oh, no.
It's good to see you again.
We won.
Marc, you've got this.
WENDY: Marc, open this door right now!
It's like they each feel incomplete.
MARC: Steven!
So what?
or your souls will be destroyed.
Milwaukee... Milwaukee Avenue? Does that sound familiar?
STEVEN: I hear you!
The Scales.
Unbalanced souls are being judged or condemned to the sands before their time.
She's not coming.
TAWERET: (GASPS) Your Scales are balanced.
MARC: (SCOFFS) A warrior.
God. I'm so sorry. Sorry...
(KNOCKING AT DOOR)
STEVEN: Sorry, what?
-If we can't calmly... -(SCREAMS)
talking dead bird, you're outside of my body now.
(ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYING)
Steven!
Kinda looks a bit like Mayfair. I think...
(METAL CLINKS)
Do you think you created Steven
Gabon. New York, Dubai.
Honestly, I do.
You told me that you were in a place that was oddly reminiscent of this office,
In exchange for your life,
(RUMBLING)
That's why we have to resurrect her.
(GROANS)
Clearly.
Steven, let's go.
So, like, right through these doors, for example,
I'm not giving you that satisfaction.
I should've known you would do something like this.
I didn't shoot you.
You have to get out of here!
Where am I?
The Scales are slowing down. It's working.
MARC: Whoa.
STEVEN: Boys?