All right, break time [Worker's look up surprised] All right, break time's over. Chop, chop! [cackles as the workers groan in disappointment] Ah, look who's here.
Ratchet
Hi, Mom.
Hi, sweetie! How's my boy?
Ratchet
Great. I did just what you told me: no more spare parts. In a couple of days, those broken-down bots out there are gonna be nothing but scrap metal. You will be up to your bloomers in broken outmode junk!
Such a good boy! And after you finish off Bigweld, there will be nobody out there to fix them.
Ratchet
Exactly... uh, you wanna swing that by me again?
YOU IDIOT!! Those outmodes look up to him! Suppose he decides to come back!
Ratchet
Aw, come on, Mom! He's not gonna be any trouble where he is!
What are you afraid of?! Grow some bolts! Or do you wanna end up like your father? [shows Ratchet his father as nothing but a hanging endoskeleton]
Ratchet's Dad: Hey, son. Good to see ya.
Think what it would mean. Not Bigweld Industries, Ratchet Industries.
Ratchet
Keep talking.
RATCHET CITY!!!
Ratchet
Yes, everything shiny... [laughs evilly]
No more Bigweld, no more outmodes!
Ratchet
LET'S DO IT!!!
THAT'S MY BOY!!!
Are you hungry? Can I get you something? You look thin.
Ratchet
No, thanks, Mom. I gotta go. Bye. Oh, bye, Pop.
Ratchet's Dad: So long, son. Good luck with your dastardly plans.
