12 oz. Mouse2005

Liquor:
Look at that hot dog go. He is doing a bang up job. You hear me, Rooster? Rooster? Rooster?

[Liquor checks down the sewer hole, until a big floating light ball shows up]

Muff:
He's not in here, in here, any more, anymore. He's out there.

Liquor:
Muff. Ha Ha. Muff, you're free.

Muff:
For now, for now. Where's Mouse?

Liquor:
Where's Mouse? Where isn't he?

Muff:
The Aspirin Fields must be burned.

Liquor:
Ah, I know, I knew about those fields.

Muff:
Then we'll all meet, all meet, at the river where will be Mouse. Or we'll never get through, get through, the force.

Liquor:
Mm-hmm. 10-4. I'll follow the corn droid.