You take care of a few things:
You attack the three dragon-wearing monsters roaming the rooftops, using the conveniently placed mirror behind them to take out all three at once.
You see the effects of drinking old Gasoline, which causes you to barf out all the sand you've been forced to eat in the past few years.
And You see where sending only three troops to do a one-man's job gets you. Here's a hint: it ain't pretty.
So, what now? Where do you go next? Do you clean up, do you clean up, or do you CLEAN up?