"Yow! A machine under the ring using a Crystal Star? These are the blueprints! I dunno what the rest of this nerd-talk says, but I think the Crystal Star powers it! If this paper's right, then the machine can suck the power out of people! Yuck! Oh, crud... You think that King K and Bandy Andy got all... drained or something?"

"Whoa! Bingo! I bet that's the paper ol' Grubba hid! Check it out, Mario!"

"I think he's gone... Let's check out that desk drawer of his..."

"That voice... It's Grubba! So HE'S behind all those missing fighters?"

"We're in the air duct, right? Where does it lead?"

"There's actually a ghost in here? OK, that is NOT cool! Ghosts are scary!"

"H-H-H-Hey! Do you HAVE to have that thing turned up? That scared me silly!"

"You think it's... a ghost?"

"Hang on, Gonzales! You hear that? A voice is coming from somewhere!"

"YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! We finally made it, Gonzales! But... Y'know, Rawk Hawk really sounded clueless about the Crystal Star... We still don't have any leads on that thing. I mean, where the heck could it be?"

"So YOU'RE the coward who's been sending nasty e-mails about the Crystal Star!"

"What kind of trash-talking are you doing now? Wait... Did YOU get that security guard to lock us in the locker room?"

"All right, Gonzales! We're fighting the champ! I'M... SO... FIRED... UP!"

"Looks like we made it, dude! And the crowd is LOVING US! We are STARS, baby! Come on, let's go lay the smack down on that big chicken!"

"Dude, I have got SO much respect for plumbers now! Now let's get Rawk Hawk!"

"Rats! Locked! They thought of EVERYTHING!"

"Crud! It still won't open!"

"Man, this is the WORST! We're gonna forfeit our match if we don't show! We gotta break outta here, man! Right now!"

"Awwwwwwwwwwwww... WEAK! Some punk's locked us in! We're trapped in here!"

"OK, that is IT! Nobody's coming for us, man! Hear me? Let's go kick some tail!"

"Hey! This ain't the ring! It's a minor-league locker room! And it's empty! That guy said to wait... But, dude, we're missing our title bout! This stinks!"

"Hey, hold it, meathead! This doesn't seem right..."

"Hold up, dude! Where are you heading? That ain't the way to the arena!"

"C'mon, shake it off, buddy! What do you mean, don't go near the ring?"

"You gotta be kidding me! Bandy Andy! And King K!"

"Whoa! Where do you think THAT key goes?"

"Was that cake poisoned? Yeah! It must've been! If we'd eaten it, we'd be all banged up like that guy!"

"By the way, Gonzales... You see the dude on the floor back here?"

"Whoa! Whoa, man! We dodged a bullet there! Hey, but did you hear that guy blabbing about the Crystal Star? That Jolene lady acted pretty guilty when he let that one slip out... Well, whatever. For now, we better bail before somebody finds us up here!"

"Whoa, Gonzales! WHOA! Did you hear that?!? Fighters are going missing, dude! That ain't cool! Was that guy talking about King K, the minor-leaguer? I thought he retired!"

""The staircase switch"? How the heck could there be a staircase in here?"

"Well, she took off, huh? What was that kiss like? I gotta get me one of those... Hey, but what do you think she meant about somebody being upstairs, huh?"

"Is that what's called a kiss? I heard about those things! I'm jealous! Only you get it?"

"Well, whatever, lady... But you ARE a thief, right?"

"Are you a friend of Gonzales? I didn't know he hung with crooks... and you look like one. Security was talking about noises in here... Did you make noise while you stole stuff?"

"What the heck is this guy's problem? The storage room? I mean... Does he think we need the exercise? This dude is really cheesing me off."

"Yeah, you BETTER keep walking, you punk chicken! YOU HEAR ME TALKING?!? Hey! Wait! I wonder... You think THAT idiot sent us that hate mail? I guess it doesn't matter. SOMEBODY hates us, so we better watch our steps."

"Old X dude surfaced again! We gotta go to some phone booth outside now? Where was that thing? Aw, we'll find it. Let's head outside!"