Freakazoid!1995

Roddy MacStew:
Ever since Guitierrez entered the net, he's been busy setting up some deranged trap for you. When I tried to see what it was, he found me and kicked me out. He's amazingly powerful.

Freakazoid:
If it's a trap, why do you want me to go in?

Roddy MacStew:
You don't have a choice, lad. The reason you're so weak is Guitierrez sabotaged that energy field that powers you here on the outside. If you didn't go in, another hour or so, you'd be no better then a dried up piece of fleshy haggis! Ooh, he's figured it all out! He's baiting you, lad. He's made sure you have no choice but to go in after him. He means to destroy ye.

Freakazoid:
Boy, you've got a lot of lines in this show.

Roddy MacStew:
Aye! That's what I told them! But no! All the cruddy exposition goes to me! I've got to talk and talk, and fiddle with the computer and talk so more, and fiddle and talk! I feel like Obi-Wan Cruddy Kenobi!

Freakazoid:
Roddy... settle.

Roddy MacStew:
Alright, we're ready.

Freakazoid:
Aren't you coming?

Roddy MacStew:
Nay, Guitierrez has locked me out. He wants you... alone. There! That's the last of the cruddy exposition, thank you very much!