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.
