Inside the Great Hall, Ratigan was continuing down his list of tyrannical laws. Ratigan: Item 96...(Snickers) A heavy tax shall be levied against all parasites and sponges...such as the elderly, the infirm, and especially... Ratigan leans upside down over the railing to sneer at the boy from before. The boy looks at the rat defiantly.↲Ration: (Snickers)... little children. The boy's mother whisks him away. An old man with a cast and crutch approaches him angrily. Old Man: That's ridiculous. You're insane. Ratigan frowns. Ratigan: Perhaps I haven't made myself clear. Robot Queen: Of course you do.