Cut to a few moments later, where several of Ratigan's thugs have tied Basil and Dawson to a mousetrap, and are now setting the trap. Ratigan: You don't know what a delightful dilemma it was trying to decide on the most appropriate method for your demise. Fidget nervously sets the switch and scampers away. Dawson flinches as the bone-breaking metal vibrates slightly. Basil was looking catatonic and was simply staring off into space. Ratigan: (High voice) Oh, I had so many ingenious ideas I didn't know which to choose. (Normal) So, I decided...to use them all. Dramatic pause. Dawson winces.