"Greetings, little peons which I invented. You see before you a glorious history of evil devices that I, me, invented. Over time, the disgusting heroes of this world—which I invented! Me! Not Cortex, read your bible, I wrote it! Heroes like lazy bandicoots just leave these wonderful toys to rot where they fall. But Doctor Cortex, who says he invented many things—liar! says 'Hurry! Build me a Space Head, and many NV devices!' So! I have invented... recycling! Remember the N. Brio patented phrase: reuse, recycle, revenge! I created slinkies! Stop playing with them because they're mine! You see before you an ocean of wrecked dreams. My dreams. But from this ocean, Doctor Cortex has asked me to harpoon the white whale of evil. Recycling shall destroy the world! And I, as its inventor, shall get the credit. Look, Lite-Brite. I didn't invent this. Burt Meyer did. It's not evil, why's it in the pile?"