ReBoot

Bob:
Prepare to taste the wrath of my... butterknife?

Tactic:
Are you a good user, or a bad user?

Phong:
The future is not determined by the throw of the dice; it is determined by the conscious decisions of you and me.

Rob Cursor:
System... out of danger?

Powerlock:
[Frisket snarling] Matrix! It's about time you got here. Call off your mangey mutt.

Matrix:
Frisket, Heel!

Rob Cursor:
Powerlock. What happened here?

Powerlock:
I caught these two trying to crash the system.

Matrix:
Hmm? Frisket, sniff!

Matrix:
[Frisket starts sniffing the spectrols and then turns his head towards Powerlock and growls] Frisket always had a thing for viruses.

Powerlock:
Stop. One more move and the system crashes.

Head Spectrol:
No. [the head spectrol tries in vain to keep Powerlock from crashing the system. A blast goes off cutting the line from door overhead]

Rob Cursor:
Matrix watch out... Ooh!

Matrix:
Virus it ends... Now! [Powerlock wails in pain as Matrix shoots him to destroy him]

Rob Cursor:
System out of danger?

Matrix:
Yes.

Rob Cursor:
Good. Where I go, I go alone.

Database:
He's deleted Slim.

Mike the TV:
That smashing come from behind victory was brought to you by soothing 32-bit lotion, because you itch.

Dot:
He tasks me and I shall have him.

Mike the TV:
It's Bucket O'Nothing! Surprise your friends, amaze your family, annoy perfect strangers!

Mike the TV:
Don't touch that dial, you're tuned to the Commercial Channel! All commercials all the time. An eternity of useless products to rot your skeevy little mind, forever!

Spy Binome:
The jam is moldy in the kitchen and the rolling rabbit gathers no moss.

Megabyte:
What are you talking about?

Ray Tracer:
You blokes look uptight. You should try logging off, it relieves tension.

Matrix:
You got a deletion wish?

Captain Capacitor:
Shiver me templates!

[princess Bula is seven feet tall]

Bob:
Is she really a princess?

Captain Capacitor:
No, you want to tell her different?

Bob:
I don't think so!

[repeated line]

Bob:
This is bad. This is VERY bad.

Dot:
Don't ever leave me again.

Glitch-Bob:
I promise.

Bob:
You two be careful out there.

Dot:
You too.

Bob:
So much for me being Mr. Save-the-Day.

Dot:
We Mainframers stick together.

Dot:
[as Bob comes inside through a window] Ever heard of a door?

Bob:
[as his chewed-up zipboard flies through the window] Ever heard of a Frisket?

Matrix:
Bob! [runs to bowl Bob over]

Glitch-Bob:
Whoah! I think you're a little big for that.

Enzo Matrix:
Here! I'm here! Come and get me!

Hexadecimal:
So many moods... so little time...

Dot:
[communicating with young Guardian Enzo, via his key tool Glitch] Awaiting your command, Guardian.

Enzo Matrix:
Glitch... uh... [pause]... firewall!

Megabyte:
If it's cat and mouse, Bob, maybe we need some cheese!

Mouse:
Megabyte, sweetie, rule # 1: NOBODY double-crosses The Mouse.

Megabyte:
Rule # 2: I double-cross whomever I please.

Mike the TV:
Oh! Somebody give me a hug!

Bob:
Dot, stay frosty.

Megabyte:
I'm glad you find this amusing.

Hexadecimal:
Oh, I was just picturing what I will do to you once I am free from your little toy. You have no idea the power you try to control! Chaos will always triumph over order! It is the way of things.

Megabyte:
Enough! Breach this firewall with your viral energies or suffer! Your choice.

Bob:
I've got to help the User? Heh, there's a first time for everything.

Enzo Matrix:
Okay, big boy... let's party.

Enzo Matrix:
One all... this is the decider... come on, Enzo, keep it together... you can do this... you're a guardian, a machine... let's do it!

Enzo Matrix:
You can't speak in these things.

Bob:
I never knew Dot was so great looking.

Dot:
I heard that, too.

Bob:
Oh! Sorry.

Dot:
Just keep your mind on the job.

Dot:
But I told Enzo not to go into the games alone.

Bob:
Yes, but did you tell him to move if one was dropping on him?

Bob:
[thinking] Wow... Dot looks amazing. What a babe.

Dot:
I heard that.

Bob:
What? Did I say it or just think it?

Dot:
You thought it. We're telepathic, it's part of our game character.

Bob:
Oh, sorry. I better be more careful of what I say, ah... think.

Dot:
That'll be a first.

Ray Tracer:
In all my years as a web surfer I don't think I've ever seen anybody do something so stupid.

Hack:
Now you've done it... Megabyte is gonna be mad!

Slash:
Ah, what's new? I miss Bob.

Hack:
What? You crazy?

Slash:
Bob always stopped us before we could do anything really bad... Now, nobody does...

Megabyte:
You don't have to fight me, Bob. Think about it... we could be a great team...

Bob:
I'd rather be erased.

Megabyte:
Your choice.

Virus:
What? A guardian?

Matrix:
There's no guardian here. I'm Matrix... a renegade.

Virus:
Please, renegade... mercy.

Matrix:
Mercy? To a virus? Never...

Enzo:
She's too young to end-file, too young to quit without saving!

Enzo Matrix:
No way... this isn't a game, I did this... and I didn't make myself any smarter... I made everyone else dumber!

Enzo:
Did you hear that? We've got to score as many points as possible... or we're all... wiped out.

Bob:
Don't worry, coach, I will help you win.

Dot:
We will help you win.

Binome #1:
Yep, you got it, Enzo.

Binome #2:
Winning is our format.

Binome #3:
Consider it inputted.

Binome #4:
No problem.

Bob:
Um... there's just one thing...

Enzo:
Yes?

Bob:
What are points?

Enzo:
AHHHHHH! We're all going to be nullified!

Megabyte:
You can't... do this... it goes against everything you stand for.

Matrix:
You took away my life... destroyed my home... caused nothing but pain and suffering to everyone I held dear!

Megabyte:
Why yes... it is... young Enzo Matrix home from the games... my how you've grown... [Matrix grabs his gun] and such toys... does your sister know you're playing with them? [Matrix aims his gun at Megabyte] Where's that annoying chatter of yours? Megabreath this and Megabarf that! Why don't you put that gun away, boy, and try fighting like a real sprite?

[AndrAIa puts her hand on Enzo's hand]

Enzo Matrix:
Your icon. What if it doesn't work?

AndrAIa:
I am a game sprite. If trapped here I can survive. That's all I knew before I met you, Enzo.

Phong:
I have prepared something for just such an emergency.

Bob:
You're prepared for a giant monster made entirely of nulls stomping around Mainframe?

Phong:
That is correct!

Bob:
How do you plan for that?

Phong:
Lucky guess? but first, we must get you into your uniforms.

Phong:
F.A.B

Dot:
Problem?

Bob:
You could say that. These two booted into the game and tried to win it by setting off an explosion capable of destroying the planet!

Dot:
Bad idea.

Bob:
Yes. Especially when you're INSIDE THE PLANET! Why'd you do it?

Kirk Sprite:
I had to, mister!

Bob:
And all he did was keep saying, "make it so".

Picard Sprite:
And "engage"! I said "engage" more times than "make it so" actually.

Cecil:
Tea? Earl Grey? Hot? What in the net is that?

Phong:
[in a hologram] You have what you need. Now, use his...

Bob:
Use what, Phong?

Phong:
Use his greed.

Bob:
[Hologram disappears] Phong?

[shouts]

Bob:
Phong!

AndrAIa:
[just after she reboots] Pixelatious! I'm a biker babe.

Bob:
You guys are never going to catch me before the wall drops.

Hack, Slash:
Yeah and why is that?

Bob:
Because you delayed.

Hack, Slash:
Logic error. [chasing after Bob] We are going to make it. Yes, sir, we are going to make it. We'll make it. We will definitely make it.

Megabyte:
[Megabyte watches Hack and Slash over the Vid Window just before they crash into the game cube wall] They're not going to make it. Blam! Clean up crew. Level 1.

Dot:
Enzo! It's the guardian protocol. He can't help himself.

Mouse:
That's all fine and dandy for Enzo but AndrAIa is a game sprite. Win or lose when the game goes...

Dot:
AndrAIa goes with it!

Ray Tracer:
[Enzo watching the Surfer change] It's a special gift I have.

Matrix:
Gift my asecplate. What are you anyways?

Ray Tracer:
I'm a search engine. Second generation.

Speccy:
We're online!

Bob:
How's the power source?

Megabyte:
She's the same as ever.

Matrix:
[AndrAIA has walked into a game room holding The User, who looks like Austin Powers] That's The User? What happened to his pants?

AndrAIa:
You don't want to know. What do we do to win this one?

Matrix:
[c*cks his gun "Gun", which has turned into a golden pistol] Gun: targeting.

The User:
[? la Austin Powers] Huh?... karma, don't fail me now!

Game Voice:
[outside view of the game cube] ["bang" sound effect] Game Over.

[a Vid-Window of Megabyte opens behind Hack and Slash]

Megabyte:
Hack! Slash!

Slash:
[to Hack] He means us.

Hack, Slash:
[turning to face Vid-Window] Yes, boss!

Hack:
Ah, you rang, your hugeness?

Slash:
All ready and waiting, oh evil one! Oh! [to Hack] Did I say "evil"?

Hack:
Oh, what a giveaway.

Slash:
I said "evil" once but I think I got away with it.

Hack:
*Three* times!

Slash:
What?

Hack:
You said it *three* times!

Slash:
What, "evil"?

Hack:
That's four!

Slash:
Oh, I hate that.

Megabyte:
Silence!

Bob:
I come from the Net - through systems, peoples, and cities - to this place: MAINFRAME. My format: Guardian. To mend and defend - to defend my new found friends, their hopes and dreams, and to defend them from their enemies. They say The User lives outside the Net and inputs games for pleasure. No one knows for sure, but I intend to find out. ReBoot!

Matrix:
I live in the games. I search through systems, peoples and cities for this place. Mainframe. My home. My format? I have no format. I am a renegade, lost on the Net. ReBoot!

Matrix:
I come from the Net. I've searched through systems, peoples and cities for this sprite. Bob. My friend. My format? I have no format. I am a renegade, lost in the Web.

[repeated line]

Mike the TV:
Free, for only 99, 99, 99!

Megabyte:
You're all mine now.

[repeated line]

Game Warner:
Warning: incoming game. Warning: incoming game.

Algernon:
Crikey, Binky, I think we've bought it!

Binky:
Again, sir?

Al:
What?

Slash:
What phase number was walking Nibbles?

Hack:
There is no number for walking Nibbles.

Slash:
So that means he just ran away.

Hack:
Yep,that is right. He ran away alright.

Slash:
He's gone.

Hack:
He is, look at him go

[both scream]

Bob:
My body armor took some big hits out there Phong, anything you got would help.

Phong:
I have said it before, and I will say it again.

Bob, Phong:
This is not the supercomputer.

Bob:
All right, Enzo, you did it! You saved everyone! Are you okay?

Dot Matrix:
Did the game sprite hurt you?

Enzo Matrix:
I'm okay, and that game sprite was my friend. She helped save us all.

Bob:
Wait, what's that on your icon?

[Bob touches the game sprite logo on Enzo's icon, which causes AndrAIa to manifest]

Enzo Matrix:
AndrAIa! You're here!

AndrAIa:
I told you we'd be together, Enzo! I downloaded a backup of myself on your icon. The game let me out thinking I was you.

Enzo Matrix:
You can do that?

AndrAIa:
Apparently!

Enzo Matrix:
Cool!

AndrAIa:
Now, Guardian, who are your friends?

Bob:
It's a Game Sprite, outside of the game? I don't believe it!... Hey, what does she mean "Guardian"?

Enzo Matrix:
Everyone's having a better time than me! I've got no one to play with and it's all Dad's fault! If he hadn't deleted most of the Sprites I'd have some friends!

Dot Matrix:
Not good. This is not good.

Bob:
Hey! That's my line!

Enzo Matrix:
Oh no! There's Bob and Dot! They're trapped! The user's gonna win and we're all gonna be nullified!

AndrAIa:
Nullified? What is nullified?

Enzo Matrix:
You know, offline! Deleted! Quit without saving! [Slowly realizes the truth]... You're a Game Sprite, aren't you?

AndrAIa:
[sadly] Yes... I tried to tell you.

Enzo Matrix:
I know, but I didn't want to listen... I thought you could be my friend!

AndrAIa:
I am, Enzo.

Enzo Matrix:
How? You're a Game Sprite! You leave with the game, win or lose! We could never stay together, no matter what happens!

AndrAIa:
We can be together, Enzo.

Dot Matrix:
Now, could you help me with MY little problem?

Bob:
Huh? Enzo, I didn't even notice him.

Dot Matrix:
Exactly. We're too busy running businesses or saving Mainframe to have time for him.

Bob:
He hasn't got any friends because there aren't any small sprites left in Mainframe since the Twin City was destroyed. Oh, I'm sorry, Dot. I didn't mean to...

Dot Matrix:
No, I'm okay. It's just the talk about the other city reminds me of my father...

Bob:
It wasn't his fault, Dot. The experiment just got out of control.

Dot Matrix:
I know, I know. I just wish he were here now, I miss him.

Bob:
[after rebooting into Mer-fish forms] Wow, Dot looks amazing. What a babe.

Dot Matrix:
I heard that.

Bob:
...What? Did I say that or just think it?

Dot Matrix:
You thought it. We're telepathic, it's part of our game character.

Bob:
Oh, sorry. I better be more careful what I say, ehh... think.

Dot Matrix:
That'll be a first.

Enzo Matrix:
Wow, you're okay! I thought the user offlined you for sure! Hey, cool spines! Are they acid or poison?

AndrAIa:
Umm... not poison, they paralyze.

Enzo Matrix:
Totally random! I bet they're really useful in this game! When I rebooted, all I got was this eye-patch.

AndrAIa:
Rebooted? Who are you?

Enzo Matrix:
Me? I'm Enzo. Uhh... a Guardian! Yeah, that's it! I come from the Net. And who are you?

AndrAIa:
I am AndrAIa. I'm a...

Enzo Matrix:
Cool! I haven't seen you around Mainframe. AndrAIa, that's a nice name.

Herr Doktor:
[recurring line] Mein digits!

Bob:
[growling] All right, Megatruck, let's get busy!

Bob:
All right, Megatruck, it's time to unload.

[Final lines]

Megabyte:
Attention. As you are no doubt aware, the Principal Office is under my complete control. You're probably looking forward to one of my erudite speeches about me, Megaframe, the new viral dawn, et cetera, et cetera. But I'm afraid I'm going to have to disappoint you. There is no grand scheme here. This is about revenge. Viruses are predatory by design, and it is time for me to follow my function. Prepare yourselves... for the hunt!

Hexadecimal:
I was born in the explosion that created Lost Angles. An explosion doesn't usually display the best parenting skills.

Daemon:
I am Daemon. I am The Word. My format: Super Virus. My function: To bring unity to the Net. All must hear The Word...

Hexadecimal:
[to Megabyte after Enzo activates the Firewall, trapping them together] Isn't this rich? Aren't we a pair. Now it is the jailer who is jailed. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Hexadecimal:
Chaos will always triumph over order. It is the way of things.

Enzo Matrix:
[singing] Nanu, nanu, nanu, nanu, nanu, nanu, nanu, nanu - Codemaster!

Phong:
What you are experiencing is a temporary distortion of reality.

Phong:
Chance has nothing to do with it, child. The future is not determined by a throw of the dice. It is determined by the conscious decisions of you and me.

Megabyte:
I haven't felt this good since my first infection.

Hexadecimal:
[in a flashback, escaping from the Tor and freeing herself from her collar] No more will I wear your shackles, brother! Now it is my turn to RATTLE YOUR BONES! [Sends a blast to the Tor, blowing the top right off]

Bob:
This is really starting to freak me out now. Just tell me the point of this game: why am I stuck in here?

Matrix:
I'm a Pantsu heavy trainer, you are a Pantsu heavy X. A mutant creature. I keep you in that tiny container and release you to fight for me.

Bob:
You keep creatures in cages and release them just to fight?

Matrix:
Yeah?

Bob:
That is SICK!

Matrix:
Bob, if this was a game I could end it right now. But I won't.

[Matrix sets Bob down on his feet gently]

Matrix:
I need you to -

Matrix (Megabyte's voice):
- trust me.

AndrAIa:
[as Hexadecimal; in front of a mirror changing the masks back and forth] Happy. Sad. Happy. Sad. Happy.

AndrAIa (Hexadecimal's voice):
Intrigued. I've never been so in touch with my emotions.

Matrix:
No, not you.

Enzo Matrix:
I am Number One. The original. Do you think this is a game? Do you?

Matrix:
But how? You're me?

Enzo Matrix:
But you hate me. You must. Look at what you've become.

Matrix:
You're wrong. I had to become bigger, tougher. I had be ready for Megabyte, to survive the games.

Enzo Matrix:
Did you like the games more than Mainframe? More than your family?

Matrix:
No! No, I didn't. I was trapped in the games.

Enzo Matrix:
Games, games, games. It was only a game. You killed my family!

Matrix:
My family!

Enzo Matrix:
You've forgotten your family! You let yourself become a prisoner of the games. What would Bob think of you now?

Matrix:
Bob...

Enzo Matrix:
There can be only one. Be see'in you.

Dot Matrix:
M'lord, the defendant is charged with believing the ends justify the means and for becoming everything he claims to hate.

Hexadecimal:
Picture if you will, an artist of great talent, unappreciated by those around her, unnoticed by the critics. What would this artist have to do, what kind of masterpiece would she have to create to get recognition from those around her?

[after Hex has altered Silicon Tor into a Van Gogh flowerpot]

Megabyte:
HEXADECIMAL!

Hexadecimal:
You called?

Megabyte:
You've ruined my Tor! I will get you for this!

Hexadecimal:
Oh, but your sector was looking so dreary! I thought I'd cheer it up a bit! There's no need to make such a long face about it!

Mike the TV:
Now, Hexadecimal, many people have asked, what is your inspiration?

Hexadecimal:
My inspiration, yes... well, of course the inspiration for all of my works is myself. I've very fond of self-portraits, I'd say they're my best pieces... I'm ready for my closeup now, Mr. Guardian.

[Bob removes Hex's mask with the paint program, causing Hex to overload]

Hexadecimal:
Guardian. Guardian. Guardian! You have removed the only thing that keeps Hexadecimal's power in check! Without the mask, Hexadecimal will overload and be destroyed! Damn you, fool! You sillies!

[last lines]

Megabyte:
[to Enzo via Vid-Window] I've found someone else to deliver my packages.

[Megabyte closes the Vid-Window. Hack and Slash arrive carrying... ]

Slash (with Hack's voice):
Hexadecimal said...

Hack (with Slash's voice):
Yeah Hexadecimal...

Slash (with Hack's voice):
She said...

Slash (with Hack's voice), Hack (with Slash's voice):
She said she already had...

Hack (with Slash's voice):
one.

[... an enormous bomb!]

Slash (with Hack's voice):
She said she already had one.

Hack (with Slash's voice):
Yes.

Slash (with Hack's voice):
I said that.

Hack (with Slash's voice):
I know.

[the bomb explodes, blowing the lid off of Silicon Tor]

Megabyte:
Haack! *Slaash*!

Slash (with Hack's voice):
Uh oh.

Hack (with Slash's voice):
I think he means us.

[the lid of Silicon Tor falls back into place]

Mainframe Game Voice:
Warning: Game Corruption

Bob:
*Yes*! Bob! You're okay!

Bob:
Not good! This is not good! It's an infinite data else-if loop.

Dot Matrix:
What does that mean?

Bob:
It means *run like you've never run before*!

Hexadecimal:
[happy mask] Scuzzy.

Hexadecimal:
[annoyed mask] How dare you interrupt me when I'm putting on my face!

[a hole opens in the floor and Scuzzy falls through toward the energy sea in segments]

Hexadecimal:
[sad mask] I shouldn't have done that. I was glad to see him.

[annoyed mask again, Hex stops Scuzzy's fall at the last moment and brings him back up]

Hexadecimal:
[friendly mask] How good to see you, Scuzzy! What have you got for me?

Hexadecimal:
So many moods, so little time.

[Hex dons a happy mask]

Hexadecimal:
[contented sigh] Huh.

Hexadecimal:
Get away from my sprite!

Daemon:
[Daemon prepares to fulfil her ultimate function of uniting the web-via destruction] I am Daemon. I am not an entity, I am a time. My time, now. The Word, is calling...

Hexadecimal:
[to Matrix as she prepares to sacrifice herself to save the Net] Virus hater! Learn from this...

Hexadecimal:
I infect the entire Net. I have spread through systems, peoples, and cities, from this place: Mainframe. My format? *Virus... * The queen of chaos! [laughs maniacally]

Bob:
[before flinging Enzo down the Data Slide] One more time for the birthday boy! C'mon, it'll be fun!

Mike the TV:
Congraaaaatulations, Enzo, and happy first birthday! And now, in your honor - iiiiiiiiiiiiiiit's show tiiiiime!

[last lines]

Mike the TV:
[after Megabyte plays rock and roll guitar with Bob at the talent show] Ladies and gentlemen, Megabyte has left the building!

Megabyte:
[after he finishes playing rock-and-roll guitar at the talent show with Bob] I've always wanted to do that. [chuckles]

Dot Matrix:
My little brother...

Bob:
Compiling up before our very eyes.

Enzo Matrix:
[mimicking Bob] 'Come on, it'll be fun! Just one more time! Birthday boy this, birthday boy that!' [noticing the cars parked for the surprise talent show] Wow, what's with all the parking?

Johnny O. Binome:
[reciting binary code at the talent show auditions] 101, 00, 11011. 101, 1101, 11 - 0011, 0111, 10, 01, 110 - 101, 10. 000, 1100, 1011... 10011, 101!

Mike the TV:
[introducing the Acrobat Guys at the talent show auditions] And now, here'a group you'll just *flip* for, the fabulous - Acrobat Guys!

Mike the TV:
And now, for Dire Sal and Harv!

Matrix:
You were gonna warn me about somethin'?

Turbo:
This. It's the infection. But I'm strong, I can still fight it.

Matrix:
Megabyte?

Matrix:
No. *Much* worse. A Supervirus. Daemon.

Enzo Matrix:
Yeah Bob! You saved my brain!

Enzo Matrix:
[singing] I'm a little source code / Short and stout.

Enzo Matrix:
[pointing to mouth] This is my input.

Enzo Matrix:
[pointing to rump] This is my out.

Bob:
[to the User] Hey! Access your own dragon!

Bob:
Nice belching.

Al's Waiter:
I think Al's getting the hang of the furnace!

Al:
What?

[repeated line]

Al:
What?

[last lines]

Cecil:
Oh, I don't get paid enough for zhis! Cleanup is not my function.

Megabyte:
[menacingly to Dot] You want to see how much I *hate* to *lose*?

Megabyte:
You don't have to fight me, Bob. Think about it. We could be a great team.

Bob:
I'd rather be erased.

Megabyte:
Your choice.

Megabyte:
As usual, they'll all do so badly inside the game. How gratifying. I want three legions in the sector to watch for Bob. He'll try to get in.

[Hack and Slash talk over each other as is their wont]

Hack:
Oh, your evil eminence!

Slash:
Yep, you bet!

Hack:
Yes, yes sir!

Slash:
Yes, sir, your Megabytedness.

Hack:
Oh, we bow before thee.

Slash:
So beautiful. We're not worthy.

Megabyte:
Sorry, Bob. You can't play any games until you finish your work for me.

Enzo Matrix:
Bob!

[Enzo jumps onto Bob, forcing Bob to the floor, and sits on him]

Enzo Matrix:
We tried to quit-file them, dude, but it was seriously default! A major surge of goons showed up at the Diner and started to completely off-line the place! I mean...

[Enzo stands up and starts jumping as he describes the attack]

Enzo Matrix:
...jack out, crash, crunch, backslash, delete, trash, log-off...

Dot Matrix:
Enzo.

Enzo Matrix:
What?

Dot Matrix:
I think Bob gets the picture.

[They look down. Enzo is standing on Bob's chest]

Bob:
[strained] That's for sure!

[Bob tries to step over a sleeping Frisket to enter Dot's Diner. Frisket growls]

Bob:
Riiiight.

Cecil:
Zhis situation, she is ridiculous! I am a dedicated server, not a maid.

[Bob climbs into Dot's Diner through a broken window amid growls from Frisket outside]

Dot Matrix:
Ever heard of a door?

[With a bark, Frisket throws Bob's mangled zip-board in through the window]

Bob:
Ever heard of a Frisket?

Hack:
He's, eh, yeah, enveloped.

Slash:
Eh, he's confined.

Hack:
Confined?

Slash:
He's...

Hack:
He's... he's trapped!

Slash:
Trapped!

Hack:
He's trapped, yeah!

Slash:
Yeah, he's trapped.

Bob:
I don't think so.

[Bob zips aside, the vehicles pass and Hack and Slash smash into each other, breaking into pieces]

Hack:
I *hate* when this happens.

Slash:
I do too.

Hack:
It's like a reckoning.

Slash:
Yeah, it's like...

Hack:
It's *your* fault...

Slash:
Yeah, but...

Hack:
and I hate it.

Slash:
My *arm*! Where's my *arm*!

Hack:
[Slash's arm lands on Hack's head] Ow!

Bob:
Sorry guys. End program. Better luck next cycle.

[first lines]

Hack, Slash:
There he is!

Slash:
Yeah...

Hack:
What?

Slash:
There you...

Hack:
I...

Slash:
We allow who finds him say...

Hack:
*I* said...

Hack, Slash:
..."There he is."

Slash:
No, no, no.

Hack:
Who told you what - aaa...

Slash:
It's me. *I* found him!

Hack:
...aaaohh, look out! Slow!

Slash:
He's getting away!

Hack:
Okay.

Slash:
Ohhh... Hey! Hey!

Hack:
Chaaaaarge!

Slash:
Woah. Aaaaaaah!

Bob:
Low clock speed or what?

Bob:
I come from the Net. Through systems, peoples, and cities, to this place: Mainframe. My format: guardian. To mend, and defend. To defend my newfound friends, their hopes, and dreams. To defend them from, their enemies... They say the User lives outside the Net, and inputs games for pleasure. No one knows for sure, but I intend to find out. *Reboot!*

Dot Matrix:
He's just standing there, shooting at things.

Enzo Matrix:
I know, and in the next level, sprites are zombies. They've got flesh on their bones!

Dot Matrix:
I don't even want to think about that. I mean, what kind of sick creature gets enjoyment out of playing this sort of game?

[Breaking the fourth wall, both Dot and Enzo turn and glare at the screen]

Megabyte:
I come from the Net, infecting systems, people and cities, to this place: Megaframe. My domain. My format? Virus. To corrupt and conquer.

Bob:
The games, they've... they've merged!

[repeated line]

Dot:
Abra-ca-whatchama-cadabracallit!

[Mike the Mighty Warrior catches the chalice winning the game]

Game Voice:
[as Mike kisses the golden chalice] Game over.

[Game cube leaves revealing Mike the TV now holding a toilet plunger]

Mike The TV:
And the crowd goes wild!

Mike The TV:
It's Bucket O'Nothing! Surprise your friends, amaze your family, and annoy perfect strangers!

Commercial Binome:
[quietly] There's absolutely nothing.

Mike The TV:
Free, for only 99, 99, 99!