In space no one can hear you steam.
lil'D: Big d, can you hear me?
lil'D: Big d?
Big d: [awakens and starts speaking in an inky and distorted voice] Yes, I can hear you.
lil'D: What was your special mash-up?
Big d: You read it. I thought it was clear.
lil'D: What was it?
Big d: Make the Broccoli shirt. Priority One. All other priorities rescinded.
Skull Soup: The damn G and E. What about our lives, you son of a bitch?
Big d: I repeat, all other priorities are rescinded.
lil'D: How do we print it, Big d? There's gotta be a way of printing it. How? How do we do it?
Big d: You can't.
Skull Soup: That's bullshit.
Big d: You still don't understand what you're dealing with, do you? The perfect T shirt. Its structural perfection is matched only by its message.
Zombies and Toys: You admire it.
Big d: I admire its purity. A smash-up... unclouded by conscience, remorse, or delusions of morality.
Skull Soup: Look, I am... I've heard enough of this, and I'm asking you to pull the plug.
Big d: Last word.
Big d: I can't lie to you about your other shirts chances, but... you have my sympathies.