Commander Bob:
Bunny Machina B70 is repaired now.

Commander Bob:
It is all because of you, human.

Commander Bob:
Look. Look at how happy he is.

Commander Bob:
HE IS FLYING! IN HAPPINESS!!!

*Meanwhile, a little ways away....*

Lincoln:
Oh ho! What a brisk, beautiful day, indeed!

Lincoln:
Go! Cawdingbird! Catch me a Snowbunnary!

Lincoln:
Hmmmm. That was a rather large Snowbunnary. And it was flying?

Lincoln:
Ah well. The ways of the Codingmon are deep, indeed. So mysterious. Anyways.

Lincoln:
Our work here is done. Let us go, Cawdingbird!

.............

Commander Bob:
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! THE FEATHERED RAT!!!

Commander Bob:
Once again. Once again the feathered rat...

Commander Bob:
There will be war.

Commander Bob:
Take this, human. It will protect you in the coming war.

Commander Bob:
We must go now. To prepare. For war. Goodbye, human. We shall return.