Roostre quotes from 12 oz. Mouse

Who are you?

Name's Roostre, R double-O S T R E. Sometimes all in capitals, depending on if you're yellin' at me or not. So uh, you yellin'?

I ain't yellin'.

Well, not yet. See you've found footlong there!

Who's that?

Footlong! He's my homing dog, got a sense for radar and quaznit.

So... your corndog has radar. I knew it! But what would he want with radar?

What's anyone want with radar? Everything boy, mouse, whatever. You a mouse, or a...

Or what?

Or hell I don't know, just thought you were a mouse or something, I mean you look like a damn mouse. The mouse.

Maybe.

You know "radar" spelled backwards is "radar." Did'ja know that?

(wide open eyes, long pause)

You're thinking about it ain't ya.

Maybe.

What the hell?

Get me missile command ASAP.

Where in the hell does that damn mutt think he's going to?

Hold on you mangy smell hound, here it comes!

Fire!

Hey, uh, you want a beer, or do we need to get twelve?

Are you talking to me or this bird?

Okay, here's the deal fellas. One of you, all of you, none of you, maybe, know exactly what is going on here.

Now Mouse, you don't know what you're talking about.

Shut up. Nobody talks. Nobody talks until I...

...figure out what I'm doing with this thing.

Hey Liquor, come here for a second. Um, this is very important. I need you to find my teacher, tell her I need to get back in the boat, and I need to go home.

Yeah, it's a web. Get it?

Yeah, I get it. Now can you let me outta here?

Let you out? No.

Why me? I mean, what did I do?

You come too close to restarting everything. I know you. You'll set the alarm.

I'll set the alarm? Is there a beer down here?

109Q. That's line code for... xenomorphinetation.

You're gettin' it. Very smart.

Arachnid xenomorphinetation.

And that's where the dog went.

It was added to the report chart, but right before...

Before what, man?

Before I... [takes out a beer] do this. Watch. [chugs the beer]

And who added it to the report chart?

You told me it was comin', bro. You told me to build the robots and you told me how to do it. Synthetic carbo-polymers got it through, man. They got 'em through, Mouse. They got through and we're gonna get out.

Well, if it ain't the Motly Mots.

What up, Roost-aire?

I remember you. You hit me in the head!

Yeah! But, you know. I had a reason.