Back in Episode Five...
Triklops: Damn, this thing is heavy. Can someone give me a hand with this thing?
Casey: Here you go.
Triklops: Ewwwwwww.
And that's how it happened.
Satan: That wasn't a long story. And whatever happened to the hand?
Casey: It crawled away toward some ugly old woman named Mae or something.
Cobra Commander: You there, the ssssssskeleton!
Skeletor: What up, yo?
Cobra Commander: Have you had trouble being taken seriously in the competitive world of villaining?
Skeletor: Why, yes... it's like you read my mind.
Cobra Commander: That's because you haven't had an organization like the American COOOOOOBRAAAAAAAAA Network behind you!
Hulk: God, help us... oh wait, it's just that lamp again.
Satan: Well, this is too shady for me. I'm out.
Shredder: Pussy!
Satan: Hey, that's just mean.
Satan: On my way up again, He-Man.
He-Man: Oh, hi. What the fu... What are all you people doing out there? Get the fuck off my lawn!
April: Up yours, Dolph.
Skeletor: Why's she here, anyway?
Cobra Commander: I look less threatening with a woman next to me!
IRS: Threatening? You're like two inches tall! Even for that size you're proportioned like a six year old girl with mono, and I STILL say this is a fucking scam!
Cobra Commander: Well, there are three kinds of figures in the apartment. Red apples, green apples, and rotten apples. The red ones will jump at a good ripe opportunity, the green ones will want to wait and see what happens, and the rotten ones will just pass by the greatest chance of their lives... Understand?
Skeletor: Now I'm hungry... Mmmm, rotten apples.
Cobra Commander: Now, of those of you left, we need to get to work. All you weak minionssssss go off and sssssucker... I mean convince more figuressssss to the caussssse. Sssskull guy, you show promisssssse.