12 oz. Mouse2005

[Roostre geets transported to see the Architect]

Sirus:
How did you escape the web?

Roostre:
I ate for dinner, man. Why?

Sirus:
Where's the mouse?

Roostre:
Yeah, uh...what mouse?

Sirus:
[groans] Look, I can put you back in there, but it's all dissolving and you'll never have your life back. The project is dying. I'm on your side. I'm trying to help.

Roostre:
Yeah. You're the Architect.

Sirus:
And you're Muff from Q-109, the prodigy engineer who knew how to reoscillate sound waves to make time stand still.

Roostre:
Well, yeah, that, man, and, uh, you know, I could fry up a mean turducken.

Sirus:
That and everything made this project successful. But I'm on a limited schedule, and I'm being watched every second.

[shows him the true villain]

Roostre:
Clock.

Sirus:
That's right. He stole the project, and it's now lost.

Roostre:
But without the core --

Sirus:
But without the core, it's over, and there will be no saving anyone.

Roostre:
How could I trust you?

Sirus:
You can't. But smart people are more important to me than dead smart people. Technology for frivolous reasons can kiss my ass.

Roostre:
Word. [chuckles] Do you even have an ass?