HAKEEM: Hahaha! Man! I can't believe we FINALLY made it out of there!
HAKEEM: I was seriously starting to come to terms with living out the rest of my tiny life inside of a makeshift cabinet house.
HAKEEM: That or death by mutant cupcake.
HAKEEM: Where do you think we should should we go now?

DESMODENA: i dunno
DESMODENA: who cares

HAKEEM: ...Are you still all broken up about that mouse?
HAKEEM: Would it help if we cloned you another?

DESMODENA: ...not really, no
DESMODENA: have you never lost a pet or family member or something?

HAKEEM: I mean... maybe I have, but how should I know?
HAKEEM: We don't have any memories from outside of those labs.
HAKEEM: For all points and purposes, I have no life experience to build off of whatsoever.

DESMODENA: ...okay that's fair
DESMODENA: that actually raises a lot of questions about how we're able to function at all, but...
DESMODENA: UGH I JUST HATE ALL OF THIS!!!

HAKEEM: I'm not trying to be insensitive to your grief, but we're not exactly safe from dying ourselves.
HAKEEM: That crazy robot can probably get itself free soon, those mutant demon things could be anywhere, who knows WHAT TrueCorp is going to throw at us now that we've escaped...
HAKEEM: We just don't have a lot of time to process our feelings, you know? Can't it wait?

DESMODENA: *sigh*
DESMODENA: i know you're right
DESMODENA: i'm just really tired
DESMODENA: tired of not knowing what's real
DESMODENA: tired of experiments
DESMODENA: and tired of every good thing getting ripped away almost immediately

HAKEEM: Well, me too.
HAKEEM: All the more reason to get the hell out of here ASAP.
HAKEEM: We're closer than ever before!
HAKEEM: At least... I think so, anyway.

DESMODENA: only one way to find out
DESMODENA: what now?