(We see Pin Gas waiting in a subway station. A train approaches. Pin Gas boards it, finds that Bob is on the train, and smiles at him.)
PIN GAS: Bob, remind me again why we have to go on a subway.
BOB: Beacause squadallahthistle said it would make us more than poorly animated characters who speak like retarded robots, Pin Gas.
PIN GAS: I don't care if he controls our videos. I resent what he said about us. So speaks the mighty Pin Gas. What's our purpose on here, anyway?
BOB: He said that we'd get five millon dollars if we stuck our heads out a window while someone comes by and tries to shove us.
PIN GAS: Sounds reasonable to me.
BOB: There's just one problem. We are so poorly animated that we can't walk up to a window here, much less stick our heads out of it.
PIN GAS: Oh, you're right. This is worse than that time I suffered a heart attack after eating too many Pringles.
BOB: Pin Gas, how many times do I have to tell you about copyright laws?
PIN GAS: Over nine thousand. Shut up about copyright, Bob. I just called Chuck Norris, and he said he'll be here in a while to push us out.
BOB: Oh goody!