12 oz. Mouse2005

Roostre:
This box of so called worlds you created, it sucks. Tell me, how many people are trapped in there?

Industry Man:
Not enough people, by my count. Ka-banga! Five points for me! Let's make it ten! Come on, huh?

Roostre:
Where is it?

Industry Man:
I'll tell ya where it is! I stole it! And then I lost it! Yowza! Stole lost, lost stole, dance around the maypole.

Professor Wilx:
The box is like, I guess, the most perfect piece of innovative science ever developed, like, anywhere across the globe in any science anywhere. It's, like, unimaginably ridiculously cool.

Roostre:
Yeah, man, I mean, like, what the hell's your stake in this?

Professor Wilx:
Fame. Money. Coolness. More money. There are so many things I want to buy with that money. There's a shirt I've had my eye on.

Roostre:
Man, you can't do that. You're just gonna let them stay in there? What about Mouse and Peanut and Skillet and Eyeball? I mean, you just gonna let your homies stay in there like that, man?

Professor Wilx:
I've become numb to the emotion of caring. Top brain desires have taken over. That happens, you know. I am focusing on success. And all that money, boy!