Crushed
Bentley's thoughts before he is crippled by Clock-La. Bentley, Murray, Sly, and Clock-La belong to Naughty Dog.
Bentley crouched down, rigid with concentration as he started to pry the Hate-Chip free from Clock-La's mainframe.
Even though he felt tense and serious, deep inside him, there was an unparalleled joy. He, Bentley- the scrawny turtle with his thick glasses and nasally voice- had gone out in the field as a thief, and he'd succeeded! The feeling of accomplishing something once thought impossible swelled inside him until his entire body was thrumming with happiness.
Murray was smiling encouragingly at him, his bulky arms effortlessly holding the mechanical bird's beak open.
Three wires to go…Clock-La's frantic movements were subsiding, slowing down. She knew she was beaten.
Two wires to go…Why did the world around him feel like it was shaking? Murray looked suddenly strained and out of breath…
One wire to go…
He pulled the Hate-Chip free.
"I got it!" he cried ecstatically, beaming at the cold square of circuitry between his fingertips. "I got it!"
Then he heard something that made his heart stop: a faint, sinister laugh.
And Clock-La's jaw slammed shut.
Just before he was smashed beneath her beak, he saw Sly's horror-stricken face, heard Murray's terrified cry- A monstrous pain shot through him-
And then there was only crushing darkness, and his own pained scream.