KUSE: No idea. I've been looking at these guys for so long, I'm almost desensitized. On the other hand, they're still giant fucking crabs.
KUSE: Maybe if we split up and run, some of us will make it out of here alive?
MARE: We're not running, Kuse. Not again.
KUSE: Mare, you know I love that spitfire personality of yours...but please don't bring it out when there are two giant coconut crabs standing in front of us.
MARE: I can't do this anymore, Kuse. No more running. No more hiding. No more waiting to fight another day. This is it.
KUSE: If that's how you want to roll, fine, but you're the only person here with hand energy.
MARE: I'll take my chances.
MARE: Man, it's been a while since I've done this. I hope I'm not rusty.
MARE: Ah, there we go!
KNACKS: Mare, it's not working! You're just stalling him!
MARE: Ugh, my powers are too drained! I don't know how long I can hold him off!
KUSE: And suddenly, old Kuse's "everyone run away" plan doesn't seem so stupid.
MARE: Honey. Shut up.
WAITERBOT: Well Roboclown, I'd say it's been nice knowing you, but I hate clowns and I hate robots, and you are both of those things.
ROBOCLOWN: Uh huh.
WAITERBOT: Of course, we're both big guys. Maybe we could give it a shot?
ROBOCLOWN: I guess it beats just standing here and waiting for them to eat us.
WAITERBOT: I'll tackle, you stab.
WAITERBOT: STAB QUICKER, ROBOCLOWN!
ROBOCLOWN: I am stabbing it, Waiterbot! It's not doing anything!
WAITERBOT: Gah! Curse these crabs and their inpenetrable chitin!
HSSXXLLLO: Jet! Are you okay?!
JET: I'll be all right...just a little scratch. Man, Hssxxlllo, you told me about these crabs before, but I never would've imagined that they were really this big!
HSSXXLLLO: I avoid exaggerations whenever possible. It's why I'm such a horrible storyteller.
MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH
MARE: Oh crap! The crabs are eating some of the LEGO guys! We didn't even get a chance to meet them!
KNACKS: Plus, you know how this works...once they're done eating the people nobody cares about, they're gonna gun right for us!
WAITERBOT: Ah, I see that "Bistro" has effectively been eaten. I can't say that I particularly enjoyed his company, but still...
ROBOCLOWN: The LEGO guy with the chef hat? He had a name?
WAITERBOT:Yes he had a name -- a poor and uninspired one at that!
ROBOCLOWN: Rest in peace, Bistro.
MARE: Well this is terrific. I'm all out of hand energy. I should've known better than to try this after spending several days clawing through limestone.
KNACKS: There's got to be something we can do. We can't just let these freaks eat us!
KUSE: Doesn't look like we're gonna have much of a choice, Knacks.
KNACKS: There's always the possibility of a miracle though, right?
KUSE: After the year we've had, I don't believe in those anymore.
SAM:Hey baby I hear the blues a-callin' -- tossed salad and scraaaambled eggs. Oh my!
SAM: And maybe I seem a bit confused -- yeah maybe...
SAM: But I got you pegged!
SAM: HA, ha ha ha!
KUSE: Looks like this is it. I love you, Mare. I'm sorry that our lives turned out to be such steaming piles of shit.
MARE: It was worth it, Kuse. All of it. I love you too.
WAITERBOT: See you on the other side, snowman.
MISTA SNOWMAN: YOU MEAN HEAVEN?
WAITERBOT: I do not! Clearly we shall both rot in Hell!
ROBOCLOWN: Before the crabs eat us, I just wanted to say thanks, Hssxxlllo. Thanks for building me.
HSSXXLLLO: You're welcome. Sorry about the protruding wires. I was going for a mowawk/punk thing, and...
ROBOCLOWN: Don't worry about it, Hssxxlllo.
HSSXXLLLO: AHHH! What the fuck?!
ROBOCLOWN: What the?!
HSSXXLLLO: What was that flash?!
SAM: Tell me, mum. When your little girl is on the slab, where will it tickle you?
SAM: "Racecar" is a palindrome!
KUSE: Is that...is that James?! Why is he wearing an orange jumpsuit?!
HSSXXLLLO: That's not James -- that's Sam Preston! He's just some random LEGO construction worker!
KUSE: No, Hssxxlllo. That's James Lipton.
SAM: Hey guys, how much do you think it would cost to get this thing stuffed and wall-mounted?
MARE: Motherfucker, he did it again!
KUSE: I still don't get why he's wearing an orange jumpsuit, though.
KNACKS: Uh, guys? There's still another giant coconut crab.
KUSE: Ah fuck!
KNACKS: ...and this one doesn't look like he wants to waste time.
WAITERBOT: Santa, stop shoving! You'll get your turn!
SANTA: Out of the way, brother! If there's anything I hate more than rutabaga, it's a giant, man-eating crab!
SANTA: Take that!
WAITERBOT: Idiot! Why didn't you tell us that you had hand energy?!
SANTA: I didn't want you to make me use it for random menial tasks.
SANTA: There. It's dead.
HSSXXLLLO: But you told me you weren't even really Santa Claus! You said your name was Alex!
SANTA: I lied. Santa is flawed, kiddo.
MARE: Oh my God! Finally...FINALLY!
KNACKS: I know, Mare, I know! I can't believe it! The crabs are gone! They're finally dead!
ROBOCLOWN: Good job tackling that one crab earlier, Waiterbot.
WAITERBOT: Yeah. And good job stabbing that same crab, even though it accomplished nothing.
ROBOCLOWN: Thank you Waiterbot.
JET: Jeez, those things are creepy even when they're dead!
HSSXXLLLO: Agreed -- they look like big potato bugs.
MISTA SNOWMAN: Hahah, I got through all of this bullshit and I'm still holding the ham!
SAM: My secret identity now and forever revealed, I can proudly say with ten thousand percent confidence...
JAMES LIPTON: ...that force-feeding ducks to produce foie gras is both cruel and unnecessary.
MARE: Kuse, is this really happening? Is it really over? Are we really safe?!
KUSE: I dunno...I kinda feel like we're forgetting something here.
