Dallas: Ratchet has this game on ice ladies and gentlemen. The juice is cold, and the generic-brand X gelatin is definitely jigglin'.

Vox: Greetings, hero, and welcome to Dreadzone. Rest assured, you are now far out of the reach of hope. There will be no rescues, no pardons, no possibility of escape. You are now a contestant on the greatest holo-vision program the galaxy has ever known. Chances are you'll be dead by tomorrow, but those of you who play the game with skill and strategy will earn a chance to win your freedom.

Vox [commercial]: IT'S TIME TO BLOW [beep] UP!!!

Vox [over PA system]: Attention all heroes, we are detecting high intense radiation in the containment area. If you reside next to or near Uranium Man, you will die shortly.

Vox [over PA system]: For everyone to enjoy it, please keep the interplanetary transport as clean as possible. After all, your mother does not work here...oh, except for you, Captain Nightingale.

Vox: But someone disabled the shields' power supply! [Vox hugs Slugga, with a sad look on his face] Who would do such a horrible thing to the poor people of Stygia? [throws Slugga onto the wall behind him, shows evil grin] I don't know, but it sure makes up for good reality H.V! Hmhmhmhahaha...

Vox: Stay tuned for the hottest episode of Dreadzone yet. And if you live on Stygia, the last one! (crazed laugh)

Green[While Ratchet is flying the hovership]: Sir, um... I'm seeing parts of this fly off that we, uh, kinda need.

Green: Zombies, dead ahead! Er, no pun intended sir.