Back in the poorly lit corner of the room, Triklops is STILL getting eaten.

Skeletor: I never knew you had so much fight in you, minion.

Triklops: Does this mean I've impressed you with my resilience to the point that you'll save me now?

Skeletor: Fuck no, go snake!

Skeletor: Say now, what do you think of my new belt?

Triklops: Where'd you get that, boss?

Skeletor: Some guy named Jackoff or something gave it to me. Said it was worthless now. But the citizens of The Room don't know that. Mwahaha. If He-Man can call himself a champion, then so can I!

Triklops: Don't you have to WIN a championship somehow?

Skeletor: SIIIIILENCE!!!!!!!!!

Triklops: Sorry, boss. Well, back to battling to the death.

Skeletor: Well, entertaining as it is to watch you slowly die, it does leave you relatively worthless to me in any other way… that means I could use another minion, and that f'n M.O.M. place is a ripoff.

Trapjaw: Did I hear you say you needed a new minio- ~trip~ OOOOOOON! ~whump~

Skeletor: Well that was a poor introduction. What makes you think you can be useful to me?

Trapjaw: I can be your eyes and ears away from Snake Crates.

Skeletor: MOUNTAIN!

Trapjaw: Yeah... hey, why is only my hook on camera? I want some screen time.

Skeletor: You can earn some by helping me formulate a plan I can later claim was all my idea.

Trapjaw: Well, there's a bunch of figures gathering together to discuss a new "business opportunity." Maybe that's a good place to start.

Skeletor: Hmm... that doesn't sound that interesting to me. I think I'll pass.

Shredder: I say we go check it out.

Skeletor: Where the fuck did you come from?

Shredder: I was in the bathroom.

Skeletor: I don't have a... eeewwwww. What did you do to my favorite book?

Shredder: Well this is an eclectic bunch.

Skeletor: I don't know what eclectic means, but I'm sure you're right.

Triklops: Oowwwwww ow ow ow ow!

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