12 oz. Mouse2005

[meanwhile Shark and Square Guy start to work on Shark's car]

Shark:
Alright, I think we got her. Let's give her a crank.

[engine revving until oil splats out on Shark's face]

Shark:
Perfect.

[Green Sweatered Woman walks by while being split in half]

Shark:
Where's she's going?

Rectangular Businessman:
[sighs] I don't know. To save Mouse, I guess? How would I know? Do I look like your personal computer?

Shark:
Hand me that towel.

Rectangular Businessman:
Why? You're becoming black now -- The Big Black Shark, remember?

Shark:
Hand me that towel, please, so I can shove it through your mouth and down into your guts?

Rectangular Businessman:
[sarcastic] Whoo. I'm scared.