- Lao Chu: Seventh night of the seventh month. The seven lights of Tsu-Sheng, fulfill the prophecy. It is time. I, Lao Chu, command you-take the city, drive out the human pestilence!
- Additional Voices: Thank you, Mighty-One. You have set me free, and banished the spirit of Lao Chu for the next ten thousand years. According to prophecy.
- Max: Is there anything that doesn't have a prophecy?
- Additional Voices: There is a chance Lao Chu could be brought back. If the broken pieces of his heart were reunited...
- Virgil: Highly unlikely.
- Max: [the scene cuts to Lao Chu's loyal rats, scurrying into the darkness with the shattered pieces of the heart] I don't know, Virg. I smell a rat...