"I'm sayin' fight the good fight. If there's a dish-rag's chance of survivin' out in the zones, it's you. Pump up the slaughtermatic jams, be the anti-matter for the master plan. Turn up the volume and just. Go. You know?" Party's talking with his hands again, but at least he's backed up away from Gwen.

"Tumbleweed, if you can--if--if we get all this worked out, the hamsters and Kobra Kid and all that stuff, our universe.. I mean. Technology I've got can definitely help your cause. And we can take it--especially with you, we can fight Better Living Industries and hit the asphalt, treating the yellow lines like no man's land. Right? Right?"