DOUGHIE : We were born to make bread forever, day in and day out... Fresh bread... Fresh bread... Fresh bread...

BISCUIT : Ohooo...

DOUGHIE : It's a hard life... and it's not very rewarding...
but this is all we have...We just have to be grateful, right BISCUIT?

BISCUIT : Ohooooooooo...

DOUGHIE : That's right, brother... This has always been our life... trapped in an endless circle of bread.

DOUGHIE : Ohooooooooo!

BISCUIT : Ohooooooooooooooooooooo...

DOUGHIE : Ah! The bread... It has spoken!
I knew that our bread would come back to haunt us eventually...

BISCUIT : Ohoo...

DOUGHIE : Come, BISCUIT!
We must destroy them before they destroy us first!

DOUGHIE : Ohooooooooooooooooooooo!!

BISCUIT : Ohooooooooo!