My breathing echoed through the duengon... I mean, vault, of Universal Studios. I was suprised that toons could live this long without eating. I was also thirsty, my lips showed it. Dust and cobwebs surrounded my body as I begged for my life back. My OLD one, that is. Not the enslavement I found out with the others who were taken or made here. " Mintz did this to me.," I realized. I knew Mintz was a jerk on the outside, but he was a monster on the inside. A complete and total monster. For good. Just as I was about to fall asleep, I heard his voice. Mr. W.