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00:23:49
Michael Donovan, Kathleen Barr, Garry Chalk
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MEGABYTE: I come from the Net,
but AndrAIa's a game sprite. Win or lose, when the game goes...
The implant have taken and the limiters are functioning.
ALL: Reboot!
Green's no color for a defender of the system.
Now for Mainframe's final curtain call.
Patience, child, your time will come.
I mean, what kind of sick creature gets enjoyment out of playing this sort of game?
they've got flesh on their bones!
Before sunrise?
You are rats caught in my trap.
In a cabin up ahead.
But, Phong, in single file they will be sitting duck.
Where is this Manual of Mortality?
Our shield are failing.
Used correctly it can be as devastating as any weapon in my arsenal.
You are rat caught in my trap.
Undead before dawn. Undead before dawn.
Bob would have known better. He never shout.
screaming out to be destroy!
And what am I suppose to be?
You! Get down before you're shot.
Are you hurt? Here, lie down.
I promise I'll bring Bob home.
You treat me like I'm BASIC.
Well, Dot, you were right. They've split into two ranks.
You are rats caught in my trap.
It's only funny till someone lose an eye.
We're not doing any good pin down here.
Tell them no matter what happen do not break rank.
The young one wear the Guardian protocol.
BINOME WING LEADER: Well, you hear the little lady.
It's broken.
Sir, what's left of the CPU attack force is requesting landing clearance.
He's not really a Guardian, don't you know. I mean, he's not even blue, you know.
You guys run ahead, find the User's ammo and hide it.
Apparently, we have been saved.
You don't have to tell us twice.
You're certainly not Bob. Bob was big. Bob was strong.
In fact, they asked if you could go and pick him up immediately.
Oh, I could not have done it alone, Mouse.
Your precious city is almost a memory.
Let's get our people back inside.
That's as far as you go, sugar.
If you ever want to be as good as Bob was. (VOICE BREAKING)
He always was the charmer.
We'll never surrender to you, Megabreath.
Hexadecimal is ready to fire again.
Let's do it. You too, boy.
ALL: Hey, we ask the questions around here.
He's not really a Guardian, don't you know. I mean, he's not even blue, you know.
I don't know how long it'll hold.
All right! That'll give him something to shoot at.
One more hit and she'll be through.
They are defenseless. The city is ours.
I await your unconditional surrender.
Used correctly it can be as devastating as any weapon in my arsenal.
Your codes were magnificent.
COMPUTER VOICE: Warning. Incoming game.
Your precious city is almost a memory.
This is pleasant. Dot!
Progress is within acceptable parameters.
He'll be okay, son.
Oh, but dear brother, the Principal Office is
You're certainly not Bob. Bob was big. Bob was strong.
He was nice.
Well that's just fine and dandy,
Now for Mainframe's final curtain call.
Uh... I'm not sure.
Bob was, well, blue.
The doctors say he should be up and chasing nulls in less than a cycle.
All games are different.