[last lines, Neil deBuck Weasel talks about the black hole]
The black hole. No piece of cosmic garbage is too small, too insignificant, or too pathetic to escape its mighty– [Scrat and his acorn finally escape from the black hole] Ah, never mind.
[As Scrat hugs his acorn, The Black hole (in a smaller form) reappears sucking the acorn away and disappears, Scrat looked surprised, then he screams loudest in frustration as he floats in space]
