Robbie Rotten: "Ha ha HA! Now that you've put him to sleep with your magic metal-stick-thingy, we can show him to all the other Lazy Town residents…And since they look up to him so much, they'll think that SLEEPING is the right thing to do to be active, and start doing it all the time! What a brilliant master plan I've- I mean, we've come up with, Mr. Spy!"

The Spy: "Actually, he is dead, Robbie. Pleasure doing business with you, Monsieur Rotten."

Robbie: "…Wait. 'Dead?' What's that mean, Spy?"

Spy: "It means he's not waking up again, Robbie."

Robbie: "WHAT?! I didn't tell you to put him to sleep, forever, Spy!"

Spy: "What did you expect? Me put him to sleep with a stab?"

Robbie: "No, but I didn't tell you to make him dead! And you said you'd only ever do what I told you to do! As my evil minion!"

Spy: "Well, Robert, I hate to burst your bubble, but you never really succeeded at making me your "evil minion." So, congratulations! You're a failure! Besides, I never really was on your side. Really, though, if you wanted Sportacus to suffer a less grisly fate, then you shouldn't have hired an assassin from an M-Rated game! You should've hire one from a more tame, T-Rated game…Like, er, Overwatch!"

Robbie: "Overwatch, huh? Well…Bon voyage, Spy!"

Spy: "Wha-" is shot by Robbie Rotten's inexplicably non-lethal canonball into oblivion