You and me, we're not done.
You're right. We're not. I still need to edit your memories, and align them with those we will be providing for the rest of your pathetic company.
That's not what I'm talking about. Once I'm outta here, I'm gonna find you, kill you, and eat you.
Me? But I thought we were friends. All those good times we shared. . . did they mean nothing?
Oh, wait. You don't remember any of that yet. Hang on. I'll go get the big needle. . . We are going to have had such good times.