To build nanobots that were ineffective on me. A belief that needed to be placed in your head by my nanobots.
Welcome to Heistotron’s 975 trillion,
-467 billion…
-That’s impressive.
Did you bring us in so that everybody (would be here).
High speed… Goodbye.
-Initiate clap sequence. Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap.
-Adjusting clap rate.
Clap, clap. Clap. Clap.
-Slow clap achieved.
-Clap. Clap.
-Well-done, Rick.
-Randotron?
-I’m afraid not.
-Should be able to walk through Heistotron’s lazily contrived…
-Not only did you just kill your only ally, what you thought was a random non-plan.
Choreographed.
-Because I programmed you to.
-That’s what I’m saying to you, though.
You believe what I programmed you to believe.
-Yes, because I programmed you to believe that.
A most curious algorithm. It appears the only perfect heist is one that was never written. Goodbye.
