Guard1: "What's up?" (to Guard2) "Hey - get the door open!" Chomper: "Look - he's collapsed - not breathing - needs help!" Guard1: (suspiciously) "You sure about that?" Chomper: "Can you hear him breathing?" Guard1: "Well, now you come to mention it, I can't." Chomper: "Don't just stand there, then - go for help. What's your boss The Klank going to say when he finds out you've let one of his most important hostages drop dead, then?" Guard2: "He's right, you know; the Boss will have us recycled!" Guard1: "What do you reckon we should do, then? He's not moving." Chomper: "Not breathing either - and there's no pulse, is there?" Guard2: "You're right; not a blip anywhere." Chomper: "He needs help right now. You two go and get help - I'll stay here with him." Guard2: (to Guard1) "What do you think?" Guard1: "Mm. Well," (he whispers to Guard 2) "I think we might be well-advised to slip away quietly and not tell anyone anything. After all, the Boss can't tell us apart, can he, and no-one can prove we were actually put in charge of these two." Guard2: (whispers back) "OK. Pick your gun up and we'll nip off back to the barracks - quietly now." Guard1: (aloud, to Chomper) "Don't worry, lad, we'll be back with a doctor to fix your pal. Just be patient." The guards sneak off. Chomper: "Up you get, Moggie. Let's get out of here." Mogbot: "What about The Klank?" Chomper: "We'll worry about him when we're safely back home. But I'm sure we can find a cure for him!" (They exit, to the music from the 'Lone Ranger' series ...) (Well, they would if there was a band anywhere nearby.)