Chomper: "Hey, Klank, what's all this?" Klank: "THE Klank, if you don't mind." Mogbot: "A coat of paint shouldn't make that much difference - and what's with all this hardware?" Chomper: "And armed Klanks!" Klank: "Ah, they are just the first dozen to be trained - soon I'll have dozens of dozens, you know - and all the armaments I might need." Chomper: "Why?" Klank: "To take over the Universe, silly. I'm going to run it and put everything right for robots!" Mogbot: "You're daft. People might try that sort of thing, but we know better, don't we, Chomper?" Chomper: "We can run the universe without anybody noticing - apart from cats." Mogbot: "They're better at it." Klank: "Now, you two, we can't have all this dissent! You do understand, of course, that anyone who isn't with me is automatically against me? Are you with me?" Chomper: "Crackers, that's what you are. Screw loose - or more than one. We'll have to get an expert on your model out to fix your circuits - something's fried in your bonce." Klank: "I see. Very well. We'll have to put you somewhere safe, where you can't interfere with Our plans." Chomper: "Scarper, Moggie, out of here. We need help!" (They bolt for the door, but find themselves surrounded by armed KlankGuards.) Klank: "Oh dear. How sad. Never mind. Take them away, lads. Lock 'em up."