walking hawking & robo-tyson 2;hawkings house.
schroeder? here kitty kitty, daddy's home... oh god no!
-a ransacked house and open window-
hawking! tyson! the results are in on that green liquid you found at your house, it?s definitely ectoplasm left by our old nemisis dr. zombie oppenheimer!
but i thought we killed him!
thats the thing about being undead...no worries, this time i wont make the same mistake.
you?re not going to go in there are you? it is most certainly a trap!
nobody jacks hawking?s pussy. get your coat.
later at a warehouse.
knock knock you undead son of a bitch! hand over the cat, or you?ll be staring down the science end of my associates arm.
mmm... yes, quite the vulgar and rude entrance i would expect from you two...
welcome gentlemen, to your demise.
the only thing dying here is you... again...
...really man? that was the best you could do?
shhh i'm winging it!