As Rinzler pursued his quarry, he could hear Clu communicating with him, talking to him inside his helmet.
“Rinzler” came the calm, yet commanding voice.
“Rrrr… Yes, sir?” he answered in his typical purr.
“Rinzler, we don’t much time left to find those renegades. This is top priority.”
“Rrr… yes sir, I know sir.”
“This isn’t just derezzing some ISOs or wasting some fools in the Games. This is a must.”
“Rrr… I understand sir, yes sir.”
“Now, I repurposed you. I taught you everything I know about hunting.”
“Rrr… Thank you sir, but I’m not sure…”
“No buts, Rinzler. That’s for… Users.” Clu’s disgust was evident when he pronounced that last word. “Now, you’re the best Program that’s ever been rectified. You’re dogged and relentless, remember?”
Rinzler’s cat-like purr became an excited dog-like growl. “Grrr! Let me at ‘em!”
He could hear Clu laughing. “That’s the spirit!”
Wait a minute… A dog saying “let me at ‘em”?
*works furiously in MS Paint*
Ah yes, truly my finest contribution to the Tron fandom.
